We run. Perchance dance in the sun. But behind the sunlight We know the night Will come And our fleeting pleasure Must end in dust. Read on blog or Reader K Morris - Poet Read on blog or Reader We Run K Morris Poet June 14 We run. Perchance dance in the sun. But behind the sunlight We know the night Will come And our fleeting pleasure Must end in dust. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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