Saturday, December 04, 2004
Extracted from A Dream Play The song of the winds Earth is not clean
life is not good
Men are not evil
nor are they good
They live as they can
a day at a time
The sons of dust
in dust must wander
Born of dust
to dust they return
they were given feet to plod
Not wings.
Is the fault theirs
or yours? August Strindberg
she procrastinated @ 03:39 |
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