Charms Poem by zmz gbzn
Charms
There is time for thought
To stop the ardour
Of the human heart
But such emotions
Dance without the bounds
of time, by some magic art.
The sky, inspiring, vast
Drinks deep of the streams below
Fills up like an expectant maid
Though surely earth were mother?
And wherever man's airy spirit go
This is true to the very last
Beyond the toil and woe
There is the print of a woman
On his sometimes stormy soul.
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