To create; that is our banner.
To create, for we shall die.
How sad this knowledge is.
Hope is hidden in a lie.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Human Law
A little flower is sick:
The bees are kept away
By an overly protective hand,
But neither the sun, nor earth
Can sustain alone
A life so simple and so short.
The bees are kept away
By an overly protective hand,
But neither the sun, nor earth
Can sustain alone
A life so simple and so short.
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