“You’ve always been my rock,” she said. “How can you not be here for me?"
“Eventually, even a rock will be worn away to nothing by the relentless pounding of the sea,” I replied.
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"I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung." ~ Rabindranath Tagore
- bard
- A mixture of poet and musician, warrior and philosopher, the bard, having grown weary of trying to find his place in the modern world, retired to the Lonely Bard Inn to contemplate his future. He is often seen drinking or writing alone (a personification of the inn itself), but from time to time he joins in the festivities that are always to be found in the pub. On occasion he even shares a poem or song with the sympathetic patrons, who are usually eager for new forms of amusement.
very thought-provoking. so true it is.
ReplyDeleteSo simple, but so real. And there's no need to say anything else about it, either.
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That's telling her :-)
ReplyDeleteI think this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteworn and weary maybe, but rocks have a great sustainable power to reshape and mold into its new found environment...although, your point very valid
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