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Aug 2015
In this sensible, fragile moment
Where things could even fade.
Life starts
But does not begin
Enjoy what life brings
Or even what can be made

A choice for better, or the worst
Some solem in their choice
A voice heard, from within
A higher being,
Consciousness  
Or some thing.

To be the one, Who's not afraid

Some day I shall be there
Some day I'll degrade
Though I'll still be present
But the body will cease

To find peace
In what
We believe is true
Barnaby Atkins
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Barnaby Atkins  Hassocks
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