Sunday, October 20, 2013

Poem a Day 20


Hidden stars behind dark clouds yield no light.
Were the sea roiled by wild south wind,
however clear a mirror else it might be,
the muck below would be churned up.

And so are we all! Though minds are bright,
seeking truth, yet all this may end,
the once mighty mind made wholly unfree,
clouded, doubtful, like silt in a cup.

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