By: Ardis E. Parshall - December 28, 2015 Fragile as a Tinted Butterfly By Georgia Moore Eberling I never watch the old year out alone,For gentle ghosts that no one else can seeAre always keeping vigil there with me;I hear their voices in the undertoneOf soft night wind around the deep eaves blown,And catch a cadence in a minor keyThat sets my heart to beating yearninglyFor loved ones who have gone from my hearthstone. The swift years be...
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