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I’m standing in the spotlight of the gas station Waiting for the tank to fill Doing the mundane and ordinary Glad that I’m not ill I look up at the inky blackness So dark against the glare The wind stirs and snowflakes drift Towards me standing there Illuminated.... ......sparkling Floating........... Ethereal....... I’m not a fan of winter My fingers frozen to the bone I’d rather have a summer day And make the beach my home But the beauty in small things Lifts my heart from doom Each tiny speck of crystal white Brightening the gloom Perhaps they are a blessing Saying I’ll be alright Perhaps they are a promise That I’ll have a better night Maybe they’re a sign From one who passed as I held her A thank you and goodbye A pause to reflect and remember
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
The other night
I’m standing in the spotlight of the gas station Waiting for the tank to fill Doing the mundane and ordinary Glad that I’m not ill I look up at the inky blackness So dark against the glare The wind stirs and snowflakes drift Towards me standing there Illuminated.... ......sparkling Floating........... Ethereal....... I’m not a fan of winter My fingers frozen to the bone I’d rather have a summer day And make the beach my home But the beauty in small things Lifts my heart from doom Each tiny speck of crystal white Brightening the gloom Perhaps they are a blessing Saying I’ll be alright Perhaps they are a promise That I’ll have a better night Maybe they’re a sign From one who passed as I held her A thank you and goodbye A pause to reflect and remember
#nightshift#nurse#life#death#reflections
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cathy-5
50/F/Calgary
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
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