To a Stranger's Sister
Like a stream in a mountain chattering sweet Where each tiny ounce of water passes once And each tiny ounce molds canyons and hills And wears away rock the earth held for ages So does each passing moment, when we were bound Which comes from God's thought and passes from ours And each tiny action smooth us into men And binds us together who once stood apart I'm sorry Rof Cau Written September 13th, 2001 © on Sep 13 2001 11:33 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Like a stream in a mountain chattering sweet..."