A Game of Shaping Compound Words

 

An ever-lasting hope to survive,

A never-dying smile to keep believing,

An always-trying touch to feel the love,

An endless, curving track to taste a living…

 

A seldom-tired eye to watch the sky,

A never-ceasing faith among disasters,

An often-haunted dream to chase and catch and try,

A moon-and-sun-led star to brighten grief and darkness…

 

And every coming season to renew,

And every cleansing tear to inspire,

And every single heartbeat to be due,

And not a single day to lose the breath of fire…

 

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◄ Since he has gone

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Nigel Astell

Sun 3rd May 2020 01:47

A sense of escape soon to come.

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