Poems ✍️
  08.10.2025
  15

Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

Soon Our Friends Perish

SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.


  loss Time Loneliness memory

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