The gate I built before I went
Still hangs askew, the latch is rust—
But through the dust and garden scent,
I know again what it is to trust.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific


The gate I built before I went
Still hangs askew, the latch is rust—
But through the dust and garden scent,
I know again what it is to trust.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific

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