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by T.P. Wilkinson / November 13th, 2022
Lift the spirit (Photo: Faye Sarras)
Oh. lunar lamp lift the spirit, for darkness is much less than the absence of light. Adjusting our eyes, within and without Facts seizing, appraising, Listening, even tasting we can lose our fright.
This article was posted on Sunday, November 13th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.