Soot

Winged Life

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He who bends to himself a joy,

Does the winged life destroy ;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies.

Lives in eternity’s sunrise.

If you trap the moment before it’s ripe,
The tears of repentance you’ll certainly wipe ;

But, if once you let the ripe moment go.

You can never wipe off the tears of woe.