I wrote this when I was in Toronto, looking at the paved landscape. As you can tell I found it rather disturbing. Man’s Own Hand The eyes that glance upon the ground, do sense each little pebble. The mind reaches out gently, and feels the patiened earth.
Tag: sunlight
What’s It To You?
You stopped me in the hall one day, asking Do I look upon the world with a ‘happy look’? Perhaps I sighed