Monday, December 30, 2013

4882. SEMANTIC


SEMANTIC
The simple life achieves a simple
end, and it is over. The floral rake
moves slowly over land. I think of
people and I only hear voices - all
those different tongues and varied
hearts. Scribing is hard to do, and this
is always a difficult work. Talk not so
self-assured, lest you soon be fallen.

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