The Regret Of Regretting Poem by Graham Stone

The Regret Of Regretting



only now does the sun come,
Only now do the scales melt
From my hand
Like gleaming frost in the morning light
Perhaps now, when it does not matter,
Can I stand.

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Graham Stone

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