Endurance is a flower

A bulb in winter’s depth

A rare-repeated wonder:

A sin we must forget.

 

In this-world-of-my-creation

In this world-of-make-believe:

Cancer, the death of children,

Are falling autumn leaves.

 

I see a road before me,

A  road I walk in vain,

A road through Trawden, Lancashire

A road that has no name.

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All roads lead to heaven

And all roads lead to you

And all these roads are empty

Of eyes of deepest-blue.