A Slow Procession. Verse from a Poem

We cannot own ourselves, nor each other,

nor the momentary fragrance of a flower.

let alone a solitary drop of dew or a single star.

We cannot sacrifice ourselves to momentary events.

We will only come across wondrous features

that drift through our senses as a slow procession.




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