I cannot control the tempest or the storm
Nor the winds that blow forlorn
The sea a chaos all its own
Sifting sand to show smooth stones
I cannot control when the leaves fall
Nor the way the crows do call
Betwixt the seasons of the earth
The desert land shalt be of dearth
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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This is a beautiful write with much wisdom in its lines. It is the last line that is the deepest and has various interpretations as options depending upon the reader. Well done and a fave
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