simplicity
in the perversity of naturethere is no message
in the ultimate fate of the cosmos
there is no meaning
to tie life's hopes and dreams to these intangibles
is insanity
it is the close, warm, human ambitions
the understanding gained from knowledge
and the small everyday acts of kindness
that make life worth living
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-04-19 at 14:30




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