Once,
on another shore, I had eternity to waste.
Shed moments, careless as the wind-blown cherry blossom, bridal white, which
laced
Shed moments, careless as the wind-blown cherry blossom, bridal white, which
laced
the lawns in spring. When did I cross the line where time, a shooting star,
burned fierce? Was gone. I yearn to grasp - but have let slip my hour.
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