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Jun 2015
I stopped and stood still,
let the sights and sounds
of nature
wash over me
like a gentle breeze,
revitalising.
The circus continued around me,
a hive of frenzied activity.
People listening to each other
without hearing
Looking at each other
without seeing.
Rushing towards something
but what?
For there is only one
inevitable finishing line
for all of us
so why hurry?
Stop for a minute
and breathe
niamh
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niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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