Thursday, March 18, 2010

= Wishdom =

-->> When I have ceased to
break my wings
Against the
faultiness of things,
And learned that
compromises wait
Behind each hardly
opened gate,
When I have looked
Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very
coldly wise,
Life will have given
me the Truth,
And taken in exchange
-- my youth.

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