In Passing Time – A poem for Caradhras.

by Jan 8, 2004Poetry

This is the end of snow and ice,
Which, I believe,
For whatever device,
Will melt until the eve
Drops from the slope
And a great mountail desends
From the Heavels
Until a mere hill
Must suffice
To heal wounds
And to meand
The passing of time.

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