In the
shadow of a very large building
the
sensitive observer is rather like a small girl
in the presence of her headmaster.
The eye is
not satisfied with seeing
nor the ear filled with hearing.
The heart
sinks,
the face
falls,
the spirits rise.
Typically,
No reason is
given.
Hope
deferred makes the heart sick,
but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
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