Read more from the Being Truly Human April 1991 Newsletter
By Jehanne Mehta
Let me not escape from this moment: Keep me captive in your arms until I see From under the wrinkled earthen lids of time The sudden eye of love wink blindingly; And all that ever blossomed, blossom now, Radiant white along the blackened bough.
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