Scattered seeds caress the ground stalks wither in harvest's wake breezes blow the chaff around —it swirls, then falls without sound uncaptured by the reaper's rake scattered seeds caress the ground Silent gleaners then are found scraping to ease hunger's ache breezes blow the chaff around Hungry mouths; eyes opaque losing hope and ever bound scattered seeds caress the ground Greedy misers still abound they cannot eat all they take breezes blow the chaff around Brash philosophers expound dreams wither; hearts break scattered seeds caress the ground breezes blow the chaff around
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