In all truths as I can barely afford
it, I am glad that things did not turn out this way, namely that I am
not hers, for I could never afford the life fitting for her manners.
I am not the adventurer, nay, never the goer but the reflective kind,
to sit by springs and muse with flowers and paint with the rainbow. I
have none of that beat to go anywhere where the world treads and
holds in high pride. I am much too grey, too shy. I prefer much to
lay among green pastures, whose delicacy, human foot have forsaken
for the harsh concrete. It is therefore to be praised that her waters
emptied itself through my holed cup and I drank nothing but air.
K.Oni
K.Oni
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