![]() AntigoneA Poem by John Fitzgerald
In our searching for love
We are moved to pity There is no pin of prophecy Or sacred law so to bind Our hearts together We are not servants to fate, Or antiquities of swollen pride We are not destined to Become our resentful mothers Or shed the skins of our retired fathers © 2024 John FitzgeraldReviews
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