doing things that bring joy and sing in a soul
sounds, like laughter from a child's first chuckle
heals wounds in a tired rifted heart, no more tolls
to be paid, no trolls to slay, oh but some buckle
Under the load
juggle thoughts of what to do, while doing nothing, makes stew
and the juices, bitter tasting as they simmer with too much heat
pieces of another's life, pursuits that sound good but don't get, To Do
knowing not how to get the words out, eating uncooked raw meat
To Feed the Soul
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
doing things that bring joy and sing in a soul
sounds, like laughter from a child's first chuckle
heals wounds in a tired rifted heart, no more tolls
to be paid, no trolls to slay, oh but some buckle
Under the load
juggle thoughts of what to do, while doing nothing, makes stew
and the juices, bitter tasting as they simmer with too much heat
pieces of another's life, pursuits that sound good but don't get, To Do
knowing not how to get the words out, eating uncooked raw meat
To Feed the Soul
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