Unselfish Gifts

by One Soul Lost in a Lucid Dream   Nov 4, 2007


Drops of grace fall from Heaven,
They bless all they they touch,
Eager seekers reach to the sky,
Craving some blessings to go on,
Others wilt away and fall,
Give up or strive to live,
That is the only way to thrive.

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