Jester

Wisdom flies as the wind blows.

Who may catch the wind?

Mundane sense, do we heed?

Fools with fish nets,

grand gestures to the sun.

My skin bears marks.

My mind bears burdens.

 

What is the sound of flowing water?

A bird sings on.

What is left to consider?

Hunger gnaws, isn't that strange?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The thing is there.

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