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Literature pours through dreary eyes
From blissful souls
In dismal guise
Reawakens lights undead
From inner beings
Filled with dread
Moving on to other folks
Living life bearing
Burdensome yolks
It takes the load, relieves the stress
For blinking moment
Shows the best
A light into another world
Where life is blissful
Light unfurled
Allows respite, to stop, take stock
Escape your place
Of wanting not
Opens up the furballed mind
To other things
Left far behind
Yet with you every moment
Underneath the dross
The memories of firmament
Of more beyond the loss
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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Thank you
Love every word of this, Rob.
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Thank you Laine! 🙂
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I second Derrick’s comment…..’furballed mind’ stopped me in my tracks…(I live with two cats) 🙂
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🙂 :)… thanks!
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‘furballed mind’ – brilliant
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Thanks Derrick! 🙂
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