Greetings

Tue, 10/18/2016 - 23:24 -- zischa

A falling tree cannot crash with a thud

In the absence of my ears,

A rising sun cannot illuminate my view

In the absence of my sight

My day cannot commence

Without me, to bring its light

 

A path cannot unfold before my feet

Until I take the first step,

A door cannot open at the turn of its knob

Until I produce the key

I do not wake to greet the day

But rather, it greets me. 

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