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Started by: jarvo (30250)
IN THE HARDY MIST
I hear the thrush as you did-
at the turn of the last century.
It was the one before the last,
when you leant on that darkling gate.
If I could wait, another hundred years,
that song would still give me hope-
like it did for you alone,
as the winter sun was dying and you made your way home.
Jarvo, 31st December 2020
For Thomas Hardy.
Replied: 31st Dec 2020 at 16:50