Poetry: grey skies

 

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Poetry: until we meet again

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Neal Visher – until we meet again
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In whirlwinds of feelings, does happiness elude
The emptiness of hopelessness; I twist, I turn, I brood
But is existence futile, with nothing there to see?
The hands of time arrested while they cut you viscerally

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