friendly ascertainment

wild poppies in early Spring, glass marbles in the sand,
who stands stil is not safe, does not live
neither dies

  so is our precarious and fragile journey under this sun

is the same old song,
the link is in the symphony not in the words
the sense is in the little fragment we can see of the whole
  from the perspective of the clod of mud
 to which we all belong

Marco Bo
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