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Sunday, 23 June 2013

Living #42

Living #42

In a life filled with many regrets
where the past begets the future feeling
of a mind free wheeling, always debating
the love and the hating, abounded by and becoming
our living and loving, our death and our birth
realising our worth, realising the reasons
through all of our seasons, from cradle to grave
whether stupid or brave, whether smart or obscure
it's what we're here for, to meet with those few
who believe as you do and match where it matters
making hearts chatter, to fill with fluttering wings
those butterfly things deep down in your soul
driving the goal of that ages old mission
the life we've been given and the lives we create
when we find our soul mate.




By J. Barrett

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