Wisdom

By Rohn •
I walked a dark wood,
With the pale sky falling in paler pieces to the ground,
And met an owl,
Poised, ready to ask its question.
Rather ask why, I said,
Or perhaps how.
The answer to either might tell me all.
By Rohn •
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