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Lines overlapping
Rope hamper by the door
Both dark and light
Changing by the moment
Home, and life, and
Emptiness, and beauty.
1238
No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts
The sun still rises on all of us pests,
And while our lives are filled with tests,
The great cycle of the world, never rests.
1237
Hear the click and whine–
Check the clock and resign
Another lap, all is fine
But still, theres no sign.
He misses his bigger sister
He longs for his second mother
And for the tenth time, I wonder
Why don’t you chill, mister?
1236
A sea at first glance on a chilly morn
But more a forest of craggy mountains
Red, brown and gold in the sunrise
Interrupted by a passing shadow.
1235
Sometimes fog clears slowly
Calm in the wake.
Within a great mechanisation
Clattering steel marbles
Eventually reflect a blue sky.