I'm a dormant rock in shifting stream
A wilting tree in a forest so green
I do not fear hard work and toil
But fear working hard on fruitless soil
Do not call me lazy, for this I'm not
For I deeply yearn not to live for naught
2nd September, 2024
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Author:
A.B. Jakobs (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2024 06:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Amen.
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