The cataracts of the brainSmooth the pebbles,Shake the rocks,Freshen the biting winds.It ?! Stands firm!
Cataracts




The cataracts of the brainSmooth the pebbles,Shake the rocks,Freshen the biting winds.It ?! Stands firm!
Swimming is no use to me, The trout taught it to me once In the waterfalls of Valbona Today the blue waves swept me away Ionian, dark… Like an old deer, Teary-eyed in the trial of…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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