Good Evening All,
This small poem serves me as a reminder that we are not infallible. Be it an allergy, Mother Nature or general deterioration. We are smaller than we care to think.
Tipping Point
A grain of sand - one spec of dust
A spore of mould - one patch of rust
A drop of water - one flake of snow
Can tip the balance and down we go
By Helen Stallard
August 23, 2014
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