Thoughts Today
Nothing in this world is urgent.
Even the rain leaks slowly down
trunks into the dark earth.
We are not that important thing.
There is
no fast approaching day.
Every night I try
as the evening wakes
to find some time and pray&mdash
dripping words
like an overfilled bosom.
Even the rain leaks slowly down
trunks into the dark earth.
We are not that important thing.
There is
no fast approaching day.
Every night I try
as the evening wakes
to find some time and pray&mdash
dripping words
like an overfilled bosom.