Softly, the kindness enjoyced
Amidst the waves of reluctance.
Across the the waters edge,
A beam of hope, softens the weariness
Stoic, until the feature ends.
Stern, too firm to take this Bow.
As Peace readies too fall.. Once again..
A chaotic outburst starboard side.
The Earth's fury un leashed at day twelve.
Peeks one's interest, as calmer days linger.
Always foreboding, the edge is always lingering near. Til the peace settles, waveless.
Once Again.
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Author:
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Comments1
on and on will the tides of fate bombard our hopes,
yet still we remain: fighting for survival's yield of endlessly merciful 'beginning's' to possibility's realms,
intrusting in that foreign 'ideal' of a better - someday, that we can only realise by Choosing to fight for ourselves...
thanks for sharing a thought provoking read,
Happy New Year
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