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A wave in the ocean. A blink in a seizure.
A wasted minute and a thought left to
leisure. Muscles tense at the way of the
day and pain is a revelation needs no
invitation. A hearth warmed room in my
mind doesn't wait, it sits and it cools and
it dissipates. A spark in the air and smile
in the sky. A passing remark and ideas
untried. Hours are long when deeds left
are context. But at the end of the fray,
she leaves me a touch hexed. A word
and a hug and a scent in the breeze. A
flood in the ocean, a pause, a reprieve.
It ends with a care and an open-end out.
A walking display of internal doubt.
Answers unsaid are words for the
morrow. Hope and despair. Pity and
sorrow. Direction is set and changes are
made. The course laid in, the ocean is
paved.
A wasted minute and a thought left to
leisure. Muscles tense at the way of the
day and pain is a revelation needs no
invitation. A hearth warmed room in my
mind doesn't wait, it sits and it cools and
it dissipates. A spark in the air and smile
in the sky. A passing remark and ideas
untried. Hours are long when deeds left
are context. But at the end of the fray,
she leaves me a touch hexed. A word
and a hug and a scent in the breeze. A
flood in the ocean, a pause, a reprieve.
It ends with a care and an open-end out.
A walking display of internal doubt.
Answers unsaid are words for the
morrow. Hope and despair. Pity and
sorrow. Direction is set and changes are
made. The course laid in, the ocean is
paved.
