Wisdom, by Rohn Subscribe to rss feed for 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.
Posted: 2010-05-24 22:35:36 UTC

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