JUST WORDS
Eleanor Viola Essex
I spoke---alas too soon. Can you Forgive? In this hour of close encounter On my soul I feel the sting Of my small words to you. Oh to dissolve the stain of those mortal blows That hammered down upon The tender flower of your belief. Alas---I spoke Too hastily.
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"Violets In A Yellow Bowl" by Eleanor Viola Essex
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