Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
For A Friend
Feeling tired, I sleep
It takes no learning to do this
Yet my mind rebels
Overburdened with lessons
The sun is not taught to rise
Only our hearts need such instruction
But a master understands
That the river of life
Is not a river
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