For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
~ Poetictouch
Saturday, December 13, 2025
To A Child
Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
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