Journeys (1987)

Never still,
never satisfied,
we stroll through life
with eyes
that do not see
the sun of an
autumn dawn,
the playful smile
of a baby,
or the majesty
of snow-tipped peaks.

In the quest for the good life
we seldom think
of these…

Has love been
forgotten too?

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