I once knew a child
Who thought leaves blowing wildly
Created the wind.
Now a days people
Speak ideas and opinions
And create hot air.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I could have definitely been friends with this child 🙂
Great words & meaning…
Many thanks. I new this child as a man. I loved his originality. 🙂
P.S. Dalo, I can see why you would be friends.
It is a dull day
The trees cut down, no wind blows
The earth remains flat 🙂
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How far we have come, how much more the journey…