when the postcards were not sent<\/p>\n
i wrote one every day<\/p>\n
as if i had a lot to say<\/p>\n
but then why would i say<\/p>\n
what is so obvious and plain<\/p>\n
the journeys are not made on ground<\/p>\n
they are made in mind<\/p>\n
why will then road blocks deter any one<\/p>\n
why will we have frustration and anger so much<\/p>\n
why not just wash oneself of all the strain<\/p>\n
and embark again, again and again<\/p>\n
the clouds do not always bring rain<\/p>\n
yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot<\/p>\n
door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought<\/p>\n
undelievered,\u00c2\u00a0 because the address was wrong<\/p>\n
when destinations change<\/p>\n
when clouds do not rain<\/p>\n
one should\u00c2\u00a0 move on, again, gain and again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
when the postcards were not sent i wrote one every day as if i had a lot to say but then why would i say what is so obvious and plain the journeys are not made on ground they are made in mind why will then road blocks deter any one why will we have … <\/p>\n