Richard Ritacco

(Nutley, NJ, USA)

Sonne (Sun)

Let time harken to its master yet
Bearing an open heart to a closed mind
Engage that gray mass, less malice and regret
Remorseful be he who leaves nothing behind. Deaden the hate which becomes a burning fuse
Lest a passing wind in all its might
Would be unwilling to follow a path we choose;
When at dawn's birth would seem a vainful plight But love's gift may be nourished still
With the quiet restraint of a peaceful soul
Or love's travel with time will surely be nil

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