The Stone Hedge

March 7, 2011
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Oh poor pity for those who see
The endless world, the same as me.
Scattered profusely against the crowd,
The waves that circle without a clue.
I long on the occasion to loose myself,
And be a drone in the shadow.
But as one cannot see clearly without the heart,
I cannot breathe easy without my mind.
For a burden it is, to carry the stones
of knowledge I leased for this year.
But what wonder it is to stand up high,
And disregard matters of fear.

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