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A wind blowing through a life
A disingenuous wild wind
that blows through
the withered and weathered
leaves of a life.
A life left puzzling over its roots,
and its new growth,
outstretched limbs bending in the
ever-present breeze,
bowing down to the mighty
twists of stormy blasts
gathering unseen and unheard
all around and about.
Friday 18th October 2019 12:36 pm
Signs of change
The times may change
Certainty may become uncertainty
The intended may become the unintended
Your beauty always remains.
The times may change
Invention may become folly
The creator may become the destroyer.
Your beauty always remains.
The times may change
Healing may become the disease
The gift may become the poison
Your beauty always remains.
Friday 27th April 2018 6:48 pm
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