Today this house toppled
Of my own free will
Before the raging winds
Could blow;
Before the flowing river
Could wash away-
And leave it in broken despair.
Tomorrow it shall rise
With mind to deep skies
That the raging winds
Would die;
That the flowing river
Would subside-
And leave it till golden peace.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Today this house toppled
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