You Never Know
 


 

When I throw my words to the wind
He nudges the mountain, sniggers and turns away
 

When I thread my hope through the heart of the soil
He shows fallow face, turns a furrowed field grey
 

When I send my thoughts to the sky, she cries
And her teardrops drown a thousand tribes
 

When I sew my soul to the sea
She knows, and her minions move a million scribes



 

 

 

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