And someone in the crowd asked why, and then came an unseasonable wind, the trees were stripped of limbs weak and those that were dead. And man harvested it's fruits.
And man then contemplated the reason why.
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Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on March 11, 2011
WHY are your words so beautiful sweet Dan? you always amaze me Hugsss
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
The title intrigued me...why is often such a 'fruitless' question.
Best of luck to you!
Gina
God bless,
Lew