A Refugee of Poetry
musings on life and its many possibilities
Friday, February 2, 2007
Refuge
Long is the day
tiring the way
a wake so dreary
makes footfall weary
At last to home and rest
A soft place to sit and a bed
untax a mind and rest a head
and softer still there to lay
against the oncoming day
At Last to home and rest
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February 3, 2007 at 11:10 AM
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