Promises
are like broken
arrows. With tension,
they fly off the bow, never
having a chance of hitting a target.
Give me the bowyer and fletcher.
Their craft articulates
true aim without
a word ever
spoken.
Promises
are like broken
arrows. With tension,
they fly off the bow, never
having a chance of hitting a target.
Give me the bowyer and fletcher.
Their craft articulates
true aim without
a word ever
spoken.
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