To lull a gnawing giantnibbling upon the slippage;rather sour to our palate.Perhaps it is as sweet a nectarto the one who seversthe silken touch of ancient Suns,a scent from the dew,the bloom from a rose,the tooth from old pains,the rest from a sigh,the shimmers from an ancient Sky!It lies upon the bard,when the end ofContinue reading “For a while”