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Saturday, 31 October 2015

Rising

Lost words
Words of umber and ochre
Words of self and ones other self

To wake
With ease of deep contentment
Scribe on softer gentler thoughts

Turn the tides
Of salted water
Into a life of finer scent

Tears and laughter
O breeze
Of breeze

Their promises freed
Seized
With a kiss

What a beautiful day
Dreaming of you
Coming my way

What a beautiful dream
Everything changes
Everything stays the same


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