Posted by admin on 5/02/12 • Categorized as A Glass Half Full,Intangibles and Unknowables,Poetry
For men to walk is but to fall, controlled;
For men to sleep is but rehearsing death.
Yet dreams are clay that slither from the mould,
No more can they be held than can a breath.
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