These things we know
They will grow
But not on others
For naught you'll sell
A crop of diamonds
For a drop of strange water
Wasted on this ground.
Before understanding dawned
We never sought to walk the sky,
Did we? We did. But we knew
not how to stay forever. Just visited
Sometimes in childhood, now
When the mild spool unwinds to there.
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Author:
sagesmoke (
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Great write
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