Dancing like dervishes,
feet trashing piles of miracles
spreading them in all directions
none goes empty-handed
to save miracles for tomorrow
put an end to that spendthrift dance
trample through lowlands
walk with heavy steps in mud
thinking of tomorrows miracles
hoping they are not eaten by moth
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-14 15:28:45
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