Discontent My hands give way - My feet are up to nothing - I - TopicsExpress



          

Discontent My hands give way - My feet are up to nothing - I fall to pieces, and drown in the discontent of others I whisper to trees - So stoic, so voiceless of complaints I hold the wind hostage and pocket the Spring breeze All the stones I skipped across the flatness of water have returned in boulders to surround the house Be happy, be happy, I whisper - but all my faithful dogs shove past the lush buffet to howl
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 11:05:46 +0000

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