my heart
musings and confusings
Thursday, January 14, 2010
circum
circumstances not in our hands,
furtive glances, lost in other lands.
hunger, thirst, no roof no food.
no clothing clean to suit their mood.
where but turns the dice,
lives tossed like grains of rice
on this earth we trod,
by the grace of god
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