as i thresh
and winnow,
the words of my heart;
anger and scorn,
become chaff
set upon the
blustering winds.
and love remains,
golden seeds
left,
to nourish
and grow
crops of life,
love and laughter.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
as i thresh
and winnow,
the words of my heart;
anger and scorn,
become chaff
set upon the
blustering winds.
and love remains,
golden seeds
left,
to nourish
and grow
crops of life,
love and laughter.
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