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Jan 2015
An ebb and a flow
Like water we grow
Conscious streams making oceans of change

They treacle and drip
And rapidly rip
Minds rushing like tides through our ways

These currents some fight
And drown out insight
Into what this existence should be

It's just a series of waves
Reflecting all that is change

So let go of life's anchors
Be free.
David Moss
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David Moss  Edinburgh
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