Good Morning

All of this night
Will turn to dust and blow away
Fed by thought
The silent voice
The wooden chair

Rain falling down

All of this night
Will rest upon the direction of the wind
Blowing home
Or keeping still
Present in all things

Rain falling down

And everyone knows
That after all
You find your own



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Volker
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