Soon will be gone. <br />Gathering the harvest <br />of tomorrow will come <br />saith they. <br /> <br />I must meet with the harvester <br />of the souls a date I would miss <br />yet can't I am told. <br /> <br />I would enjoy nothing more <br />than to send you again <br />some few spoken words <br />after the mororrow again.<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-day-24/
