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Sunday, 30 March 2014

Futility

Futility

Time gently falls and empties within our own individual hourglass of life
Its sand penetrates sharply, our exposed war wounds of love as deep as a knife
The sun never fails to rise and the breeze temporarily soothes the pain
The ocean waves mesmerise with warnings of that, which we know we should refrain
The dawn birds bring us welcomed solace with their melodic, innocent, heartfelt song
Oh how do we continually manage to misconstrue the obvious and get things so wrong?
Debbie Razey 2014