Life With Horace

poetry & essays


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even with no voice
even choked on tears

even with a stuttered soul
even though the wind now bars escape

even wearing sunless winter rime
even when my body cools its farewell

I will know you by your chosen stars

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

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