Among the implaceable infinitude'
flowing thoughts uncompromising
to swiftly past grey faces laughing,
lingering thoughts never fading
following earth, moon and sky
watching trees grow, love blossom;
in the treasure trove of lifes duration
we are all floating numbers on the dice,
so touch the flames, and feel your fingers burn
every space contains echoes that implode,
between the contours of life
that will never be recaptured,
though the cuckoo keeps on calling
nothing stays the same;
tears will form ripples
flooding over points of view
nature releases shades of answer
in the blurry mists of time,
expanding spirits onwards
new dawns approaching,
rivulets of imagination unfolding
after rain or shine, nettles will always sting.
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