Helen Woodward : Writing

Without Frantic Endeavour

Without Frantic Endeavour

A Poem by Helen Woodward

Here I stand, on the peak of life's mesaHow unreal it all looks from hereThe remnants of misty clouds now leaveClear vision and lasting impressionPay ..

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