In my great loneliness
of a wounded animal,
I lie hours and hours , lie silent
fate has harvested my vineyard, not even sparing
the young grapes
But the humble heart has forgiven.
If these days are my last days,
I shall be quiet
lest my defiance sully
the peaceful blue of the sky,
my longtime friend.
Author unknown
So Take Care
Of Your
Soul,
My friend,
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