To be human
is to play the game of life
like flashing storms;
like unbridled children:
electric, unpredictable, messy.
Until finally, we hear the whisper
of a milk and honey wonderland
called home.

To be human
is to play the game of life
like flashing storms;
like unbridled children:
electric, unpredictable, messy.
Until finally, we hear the whisper
of a milk and honey wonderland
called home.

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