Thursday, September 22, 2005
InBetween Breaths
Life is beautiful
Or so said the wise
Dawn broke, the field buzzing
Peasants, peasants and more peasants
Under rays of fire
Finding a life worthwhile
Droplets trickled, soil stained
Nothing but bore
Living is but a passing phrase!
Peasants made merry with words
Sharing voices, making noises
Anything but bore
Under tears of joy
Shovels slogged harder
Then dust settles, the field silent
This was life
The wise was never wrong
Reminiscence was honey
With every moment savored
In between breaths
By Dao
# posted by Dao : 4:17 pm
