If the mind, that rules the body,
ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave,
the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury,
but will rise and smite the oppressor.
The dog stopped barking and the kids have gone to bed,
but my mind has a lot to talk about and it knows I can't pretend am not at home.
The mind I love must have wild places,
a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass,
an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two,
a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, & paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
1 comment:
Bla ......... Bla.......
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