The world still piles
storm on storm,
(though happiness remains the norm.)
The spider mind spins
thought on thought
(and in its own web still is caught.)
The sun (still)
shines
in a bucket of water
(and doesn’t
get
wet).
.
The world still piles
storm on storm,
(though happiness remains the norm.)
The spider mind spins
thought on thought
(and in its own web still is caught.)
The sun (still)
shines
in a bucket of water
(and doesn’t
get
wet).
.