Sickle of wind
Meeting the wheat
Coming to cut me down...
cut me down to size.
A river will flow from my eyes
swift enough to sweep clean,
not deep enough to drown
the loss I'll come to realize.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Sickle of wind
Meeting the wheat
Coming to cut me down...
cut me down to size.
A river will flow from my eyes
swift enough to sweep clean,
not deep enough to drown
the loss I'll come to realize.
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