Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim’s Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Our Lives Whispered in the Wind
It’s not at all original to say
(we’ve heard it on the wind)
That wild geese in their far-flung flying vees
Are like autumn leaves, like years, winging away
Away, whispered away on an autumn breeze
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