I, gone in the night
In the then warm summer night
I’ve not returned since
I, gone in the night
In the then warm summer night
I’ve not returned since
Your saunterer’s walk
I, Exhibit A
That one must flounder to win
It’s just this simple
Soaring, swooping thing
You’re asking me to notice
Yet distracting me
Heart, teach me to look
Wisdom befriend me
we, Flowers, ableOriginal thought credit:
Proverbs 4:7-8 “…get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding. Exalt her, and she shall promote thee: she shall bring thee to honour, when thou dost embrace her.”
I abandoned here
The walls won’t demur