Afternoon mist speaks thorough the woods
With perpetual tranquillity;
Trodden but remaining footfalls echo
Through eternity.
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In the garden with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.
'With Galileo above I spoke forth Pain perhaps to him done Equal to that of Lear Justice remained undone.' 'Every old man is a King Lear', isn't it? ? Liked the poem brother.. A sense of melancholy and loneliness.. Beautiful..