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Till Journey's End
by Kourosh Taheri-GolvarziA meal, a beer, a bed, a sympathetic friend,
Another day that I may go somewhither nigh:
Such luxuries do I hold dear till journey's end,
Inhaling starry mist in night's forgotten sigh. 12/07/2012 Posted on 12/09/2012
Copyright © 2024 Kourosh Taheri-Golvarzi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/09/12 at 08:39 PM There is rarely a day so bad that a woman's arms at night can't make it all seem right! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/09/12 at 09:28 PM I'm going to ditto George; what a lovely piece you've written, here. |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 12/10/12 at 09:51 PM wow |
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