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Nov 2019 · 119
Restless
Peter Marsh Nov 2019
Alone we sit; Crowds gathered
Silent procession outward
Mindful and meek towards
The ransom of souls and those hollow goals

Come to then believe
Hope the rest will follow
Take breath and close the sight
Wings to carry on endless flight
Restless.

— The End —