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Today’s guest poet – William Butler Yeats
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away.
Photo Title: Chaining the Bull
Somewhere in the Caribbean.
Quote of the day: “The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.” – Flora Whittemore
