I see no better place to stop and rest
but right here and right now
all the ruin I've left behind
nourish the new lives coming after me
I may miss my own seedtime and wild spring
and miss my own summer's fullness
but I see no better place to stop and rest
here under the falling blazing leaves of autumn...
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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