Soon Our Friends Perish By Robert Louis Stevenson

Soon our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken – goes as flowers go.

Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

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About Author Annette J Dunlea Irish Writer

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