Sep 2014
Paths criss cross
Across the land
like the lines
in the Palm, of
An old man's hand,
Old one grow over
and disappear,
Yet new ones form
year by year.
And the only thing
that remains the same
is the sun and moon
the wind and the rain
...............JMF 1970
Across the land
like the lines
in the Palm, of
An old man's hand,
Old one grow over
and disappear,
Yet new ones form
year by year.
And the only thing
that remains the same
is the sun and moon
the wind and the rain
...............JMF 1970
Written in the Maryland Woods, near Silver Spring
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®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
