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The Lamb

My lamb That fluffy fleece Of innocence within me Does not fully understand How things work out. Tempted by the sunlight on the dewy grass, Grazing,gambolling It ventures away from home Till it reaches the forest's edge. But when night falls With the darkness of shadows, A cold wind blowing, And the howling of wolves It longs for the warmth of the hearth But has lost its way. Running helter-skelter Somehow it reaches home, Dishevelled,exhausted. This happens again and again. I think I will bind it to the hearth By strong cords of concentration.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/26/2013 9:49:00 PM
Hi, a deep piece this...I enjoyed it ..and keep at least some innocence..BG
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