You never can tell when you send a word
Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
Just where it may chance to go.
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,
Tipped with its poison or balm,
To a stranger's heart in life's great mart
It may carry its pain or its calm.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Like an arrow shot from a bow
By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
Just where it may chance to go.
It may pierce the breast of your dearest friend,
Tipped with its poison or balm,
To a stranger's heart in life's great mart
It may carry its pain or its calm.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
2 comments:
Ah, the power of words... spoken or otherwise. Please, keep putting your words out here. They're worth reading.
eclectic,
Thats nice of you to say. I needed that today.
Thank you.
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