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this plain grey world cannot itself redeem through any colors found in book or dream not if we borrow from the rainbow's mirth to plant within this wasted dreary earth not here could saving colors twice be grown nor springs up hope where death and dearth are sown this dying empty blooded darkly land - these seeds of Life thrive not in hopeless sand! what future blessings can these cares erase? what earthly ointment soothe the human race? no waters drawn from purest brook or stream could quell this dusty thirstful waking-dream yet stands alone the humble heart to pray and brace against the graying of the day by Ronald L Conte Jr |
© Copyright 1995 by Ronald L Conte Jr
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