The wind whispers through the trees and the goats herd the lions.
Somewhere under starry sky the moon watches and hopes.
No one answers the questions that tick at the back of their mind.
Until the end the day will break, spreading incomparable angst and joy.
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Rueben,
I didn't know you had the fortitude to sustain a blog! I certainly wouldn't be able to last very long.. I'm a short and fast sort of person..
Congrats on finishing uni work for the year, and I love the Incomparable angst and joy poem, although is it your original??
If you manage to prolong this blog and indeed the poem is original, I've found an additional and new admiration for you!!
See you soon ;-)
Yes Rena, it is an original!
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