Poems ✍️
  08.10.2025
  112

Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

I Know Not How, But As I Count

I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.


  memory nostalgia emotion

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