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Neither one waiting at the bend
Neither one waiting at the bend
Nor stationed upon the hill
Was present to make offense
Or entertain some evil will.
A breeze came, another went -
Rattling the bursages
As a creeping serpent
Going into hiding does.
If I died right here -
How many lonesome clouds -
How many foraging birds
Would pass by before I was found?
Would the beloved sun
Care to kiss me good-bye?
Would the angels of the canyon
Guide me on my flight?
Nor stationed upon the hill
Was present to make offense
Or entertain some evil will.
A breeze came, another went -
Rattling the bursages
As a creeping serpent
Going into hiding does.
If I died right here -
How many lonesome clouds -
How many foraging birds
Would pass by before I was found?
Would the beloved sun
Care to kiss me good-bye?
Would the angels of the canyon
Guide me on my flight?
Published 7th Jan 2025
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7th Jan 2025 11:44pm
I could die before I finish this comment but I haven't yet although I might have by the time you read it.
We are not even specks of dust,tiny and inconsequential.We need to get over ourselves.
Thanks provoking thoughts.
We are not even specks of dust,tiny and inconsequential.We need to get over ourselves.
Thanks provoking thoughts.
