Eternal Spring

How do I leave what is dead in the past

And hold fast to what lasts as eternal?

When will I learn what is truly my own

And disown what is too much external?

Only when my soul is a journey alone

In a search through a wasteland infernal

Where I weather the winter that would splinter the glory

Of the grace of a life that is vernal.


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