Life’s Moments

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Sunday rises,
Yet I’m not sure I see it,
Through the misty veils of sight,
It feels grey, rainy,
Cold.

Last vestiges of winter take their bite
Into hibernation,
Waiting,
For summer will pass,
As all seasons do,
Faster and faster,
Each year blurring to the next,
One long tapestry of life and time,
No divide,
No partition,
Moments
Made
Of
This.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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