HARMONY
I have the harmony I need : the
apples are on the bough, and I
am in between. The rise of day
is heralded by sunlight - the
bright and the radiant; one and the
same hard rain bringing itself its
very own day. Need I always
listen then to Heaven's dictate?
Listening instead to men, I learn
how to list, and separate, to
differentiate and hate; all in
all, a very glum business.
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