I Write Poetry
Such blind fools,
A contemptible lot are we,
Seeing the garden for each flower,
Yet missing the forest for each tree.
A contemptible lot are we,
Seeing the garden for each flower,
Yet missing the forest for each tree.
31-35, M
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Beautiful. Simple. But deep.
SW-User
Very good
lovingdead · 31-35, M