Thursday, July 6, 2023

He that can't endure the bad, will not live to see the good.

 















The river sleeps beneath the sky,

And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And in the lately radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.
-Paul Lawrence Dunbar

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