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Rest


Ecclesiastes 4:6 

Better is one handful with some rest
than two hands full of toil and chasing the wind.

 

Time to rest … it's almost summer … Life will stop a while

For the ones that are sleeping on the edge of La-La land

For some it is a bummer … for some a broken smile

As it is constantly a weeping with a hankie in one’s hand

 

Where are we located … when pursuit seems endlessly?

Are we close to where we started or closer to nowhere?

Often self motivated and so to travel anonymously

Close to the departed who seem to be everywhere

 

Jan Wienen

 

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