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Mixture


Amos 5:13 

13 For this reason whoever is smart keeps quiet in such a time,
for it is an evil time.

 

Mixture

 

Blue as the sky ... color of the eye

Pure and shy ... clouds way too high

When will a cry ... embrace the me and my

and who will explain all the reasons why

 

Sometimes words cannot tell destiny proclaimed

Sometimes trust rests quietly in a place serene

Sometimes it is better to step aside while maimed

Sometimes there are thoughts that always have been

 

Perhaps the seasons are combined in one

and the one side hides the other

Perhaps they only show the work to be done

and so its dimensions not to bother

 

Suddenly words may flow and deeper thoughts appear

Maybe this morning is set aside for the other

Following my pen as I feel numbers in my head

It is early enough for me dream and from here go farther

 

Jan Wienen

 

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