One stayed. One left. Both
froze in Autumn. Stay, Love. I’ll
warm Winter - for you.
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See Bk. IV of the Aristotle's "The Ethics"
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2 comments:
I don't think I ever told you, but this is one of my favorite poems. I'd paint this on one of my walls and walk by it every morning.
You're correct...you never told me. You were silent. Thank you...that is a beautiful thing to say.
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