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Losing Faith
This allegorical poem came out of my awareness of time passing, and a sense of the ultimately insubstantial or superficial qualities of much of this life that, as we grow older, seem less important or valuable than they once were.
Losing Faith
Faith, old friend, so wise and fulsome,
faded beauty at end of day,
draw me aside in a beechwood spinney,
make me swear on the code with...
Thursday 2nd February 2017 1:57 pm
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