LOVE GOES OUT

Pearl Strachan Hurd

Love is a thing that goes out,something we have to give,not something we haul infrom person or place or wrapmiserly in a clout.

Not a thing to implore,to grab for in fear,to lock away in a vault.Not over there, but here,on the unending shore

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