I am glad day long for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world end things,
Which hang on the edge of tomorrow.
I am glad for my heart, whose gates apart
Are the entrance place of wonders;
Where dreams come in from the rush and din,
Like sheep from the rains and thunder.
--William Stanley Braithwaite
Image source: M. Blackthorne, Gates Open Inward, https://spiritualclimate.com/blog/2016/10/07/caution-gates-open-inward/
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