To Start Afresh

To Start Afresh

Here birds don’t ever sing. Here trees are scarce in spring, here the planet spins and are heated. Here our shadow grows as the years pass. Deceived and wounded and unsure, but the light, imperishably pure, is in me yet. And it will never be too late to start afresh.
– Alexis Karpouzos

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