SantiagoA Poem by YouoweYoupayThe Sheppard felt no guilt in his soulIn his Simpleness and awe for all
that is alive, He was richer than the merchants Or their decorated wives. He headed no warning but that of the sinking sun, True, he owned no meadow Nor a fondness for anyone, Still his treasure was found best In the grandness of his strolls, And when he'd rest his head he felt, No heaviness in his soul, No coins or a lover he might have
forsook No property apart from his sheep and his crook And one worn out, candidly inspiring
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Added on July 9, 2016Last Updated on July 9, 2016 AuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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