Thursday, May 28, 2009

Solitaire



What are burnt ashes and cracked wood,
But pieces sitting on the ground.
Darkened and chalky they will sit,
Soaking water, dew or the rain.

It is all the same they will say,
It is just a matter of words.
Semantics will only bother,
Forget meaning and thought for once.

These are not to be worried for,
Let them sit and be carried on.
Wind blows on like the life we live,
Use it to your will and your needs.

To fight what is burnt takes much more,
You can’t create with just one tool.
You’ll need far more than that my friend,
Listen but do not burn so soon.

Give it time and let it sit slow,
New light comes with every day.

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