I know a lady or clusters of them, who will die pretty rather than be found with me. They seek for money, they look for wealth, they look for beauty above all else. They claim to be young, they think they are strong, Even the fear of death do not deter them. Now some are thirty five, some pushing forty, they want attention, a little too late. Can you harvest jewels where you planted mere stones? Can you harvest love, where you planted seeds of hate? You cannot find a man, if you give no ground for one to stand. For everyone you turn down, another surely will raise... Be careful the virtues you uphold, tomorrow may be an arid land with empty spaces everywhere... CEPHAS©
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 19:31:09 +0000
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