Few are the lucky ones
Who know
wisdom
From the
start,
For the
rest;
We
must burn our hands
To
learn the stove is hot,
We
must wound with words
To
realize the virtue of silence,
We
must suffer our broken hearts
To
know the true value of love.
Lucky are
the few
Who know
wisdom
From the
start.
The photo of the flowers is a found image.
