Saturday, April 27, 2024

The Secret Rose Garden by Florence Lederer

 


TIME AND THIS DREAM-WORLD

THE past has flown away, The coming month and year do not exist; Ours only is the present's tiny point.

Time is but a fancied dot ever moving on Which you have called a flowing river-stream.



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