[lit-ideas] Monday Evening Poem

                           

                        It shall burn and devour her thorns and briers


 

 

        Less of anger

        Than of love,

        She strove

        To rise above

        The petty

        Arguments

        That interfered

 

        With her peace.

        She followed

        With her eyes

        The ever coming

        In and going 

        Out of days until

        They all had gone.

 

Lawrence

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