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Of This Life.
This world
can feel so small
at times.
So what,
true existence
do we know.
Of this life
we find.
As it
can make
or break
a person,
from within.
The chords
that pull,
become the ties.
That can leave
the tangled knots.
Leaving us
a drift,
upon the raft.
That we’ve
now got.
All thoughts
are silent,
inside that space
of time.
Becoming slowly
the unspoken voice
and now a voice,
we now must find.
We walk
along the seafront
for a while,
to see the view.
These moments
are so precious,
a song we know
plays through.
This world
can feel,
so small
at times.
When the path
we’ve known,
has gone.
Before
we could
just lead
in front.
Sadly today,
we fall behind.
These days
it’s the,
not knowing.
Of what
is waiting,
down the line.
(04/04/24)
© Josephine Daniels.
can feel so small
at times.
So what,
true existence
do we know.
Of this life
we find.
As it
can make
or break
a person,
from within.
The chords
that pull,
become the ties.
That can leave
the tangled knots.
Leaving us
a drift,
upon the raft.
That we’ve
now got.
All thoughts
are silent,
inside that space
of time.
Becoming slowly
the unspoken voice
and now a voice,
we now must find.
We walk
along the seafront
for a while,
to see the view.
These moments
are so precious,
a song we know
plays through.
This world
can feel,
so small
at times.
When the path
we’ve known,
has gone.
Before
we could
just lead
in front.
Sadly today,
we fall behind.
These days
it’s the,
not knowing.
Of what
is waiting,
down the line.
(04/04/24)
© Josephine Daniels.
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