rain and sun are of all we speak of rock and man through whom they peek wearing their weather in crack and crown we rise and reign just to burn and drown
rain and sun are of all we speak of rock and man through whom they peek wearing their weather in crack and crown we rise and reign just to burn and drown
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal