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Pebbles in the ocean
My soul is heavy Burdens like rocks Fill me up until I drift Down into the depths Water closes over my mouth A lone bubble escapes A call from beyond; Death has come and gone Another soul departs, another piece of my heart Vanishes into the night One day, The pieces will reunite We shall…
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Passport
The First breath is wet, stunned. A moment between warm and cocooned, to harsh, white and cold. I’ve been there, a traveller in other lands, gifted with moments only moments where I can visit another land. I can’t live there, it’s not my place now. I pass the new life to grateful arms, always overwhelmed…