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What
Is eternity
But the
Disruption
Of all
I’ve worked
So long for,
In vain
?
Thoughts on the time that comes after my time.
I have
Only just recovered

Waking
To the splash
Of cold water

A shivering gasp
Some hours
Before dawn



My heart
Is wary;

Weary;

Worried;

What comes now?

After this
Long forsaken
Childlike awe?
I haven’t posted here in a while. Struggles that need not be rewritten. But I personally have this heavy sense of tomorrow, a joy and a terror.
A Mess of Words Apr 2022
I love you.

I only wish

I could teach my younger self

I didn’t only want you;

I loved you.



If I could do that,

Perhaps tonight,

I could breathe that honest truth

Into your ears

And not spill it on paper.
love, regret, and the perils in between
A Mess of Words Sep 2021
Glorious morning;
The fog has lifted, and now
Fishing boats are out.
Haiku
A Mess of Words Sep 2021
A heady brew of espresso

Mingles with the dewy air,

Buttery pain au chocolat

Makes for quite a pair;

The morning warms to the songs

Of the chipper moineau,

And lovers beneath the columns

Of Parc Monceau.
A work in progress
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