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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Ramblings

Once again that shade touches the surface, 
Once again it targets the abandoned and weak 
Just when the sun was reaching the horizon, 
The clouds come screaming leaving her chances bleak. 

Is it just a stranger passing by 
Or is it a stamp with a permanent hold? 
What does it seek this time from the broken whole? 

Tired, resigned to her fate, 
She begs for the ultimate end 
To be consumed fully 
Or to be left on her own to fend 

Be ithe eternal peace of death 
Or the reality of life 
She awaits at the door for a dash of condolence   
the pain seems part and parcel of her existence 

Soon this too shall pass and spring shall bloom once more 
But what use are dark clouds if they don't deliver life to the pheasant, poor? 

Persistence, not alone happiness has charm profound 
Unstable rogue's unraveled tale brings joy to few of those found 

She seeks the end or the very beginning 
With these riddles restless is her very being.