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Ages speak and roll its time,
And never is her language known to us...
Dancing in the rain of sorrows,
While basking under the shade of the fruitless...
You brought me out of my shell,
And drew by the hand to take a view...
Caught in a web of traps
That binds the hapless bird...
I am folded up and ready to be
Lit by fire by the edge...
Idleness - the perpetual state of engaging in things you do not want to.
Ignorance is akin to a man walking down life's plain without care; but once he stumbles on knowledge, ease of movement ceases.
by Ben Pickard
by Dagmar Wilson