Sometimes I, Too, Can "Read Between The Lines"

Sometimes, I, too, can read between the lines:

after the fruit has ripened on the vines,

it falls; the blossoms also tumble, too.

So is the friendship I have shared with you---

vanished like smoke drawn up a drafty flue;

even that sorrow, as endured, refines;

and distant stars still shine in nearing blue.

Sometimes, I, too, can read the warning signs.



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