One fine winter solstice, he met his bittersweet end.
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At the edge of darkness, are found slivers of serene happiness...
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2 comments:
Interesting!!!
what a way to meet end... on the shortest day of the year...
line is full of so many tones..,
Hmmm... It kinda changes ur perspective bout Yeats. Had he read ur blog, he might've said...
"And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
We'd have shared a pint or two
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