ColourThySoul

You woke and listened again to the bent apple tree,
To the wind work the sweet ache of its load,
To the wren and the air it shivered through.
Luck, like hope, is hollow-boned. Always
There is an updraft to carry what it can.
What it cannot falls upon your head like a blessing.

Eric Pankey - For Luck

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