Epochs ...
River flowed, washed
sediment 
a certain peace;
Two thoughts flow by,
on the crest of
current;
One of yours, one of mine, 
held hands; 
Epochs of consolation by-
gone;You visit
now and then; the revisit;
recollection
of the breast for a pillow, aching heart, 
a distant face, sadness of this sort, 
flows on the crest of current,
two thoughts, one of yours and other 
mine

shantha hulme 
#epochs
 
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