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Strange

door killea

Strange,
what we choose to believe
grief has a life of its own
it transforms us when we have to grieve
as the sun moves aside for rain
and no-one gets to escape their pain
tenderness brings tears of devotion
kindness feels like acid
shell shows no sign of emotion
devil sends his regard
as the slug edges its way
to just below the heart

sometimes,
the timeless world briefly
meets the physical world
when split seconds feel like minutes
understanding unfurled
for a life without limits

feedback van andere lezers

• Danvoieanne
  Beautiful xx
  killea: thank you Anne
  xx
  j