I have no voice or song
to reflect the hand of the wind
across the bird of flight
I have no skill or craft
to tell the walk of a man
upon the hills of hunger
I have no eye or taste
to comprehend the whisper
of the water in this earth
and yet I feel the crush
of it all on my heart
to fall to cry to quake
a call I cannot answer
4 comments:
Oh you romantic you. Very cool. Took me a second to get it... At least I think I get it. Carry on!
Hmm, it's pretty much the same as normal. Me sitting down for 5 minutes and whining about my favorite whining subject.
You changed the title? For why?
The world may never know...
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