July 06, 2020


Falling and Labors Lost



I can't stop it, I fear I'm falling.
From a very high place, down into you.
Is it Love? Not yet.
But for sure it will be if I keep falling this way

Labors Lost

Of the lot of labors lost, our people know such bitter fruit,
Of love forsaken, and fates hither tossed, so many stories become moot.
Our kindred spirits keeps our paths, liken on to a single goal,
To make our lives ever greater and to dip into the immortal bowl

Article © Patrick Devine. All rights reserved.
Published on 2003-09-29

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