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[lyddy]

Do we know what futures we hold
in our fists as if they belonged to us?
What change we have wrought,
what battles we have won, or lost?
The drop of water did not know
it was aiding to weather the stone.
It still does not know.
It never will know.
The furrows where yesterday we dragged our feet
become the mountains and valleys of tomorrow.

Comments

[anaibb]

That's lovely.