As the road shortened found poem


I felt glade that I stopped once to ask myself

what joy meant 

to remind reason 

that it was not home 

I was going 

where fond friends 

look for me

waiy for my arrival 

Mrs. Fairfax

will smile 

a calm welcome 

little Adele 

will clap her hand 

jump to see you 

but know you are thinking 

of other then they

that he is not thinking of you 

Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte 


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