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Aug 2015
While I sit and stare at Summer Days,
Through windows blotting out the Sun.
I think of all the things,
I said I would but Haven’t done.

I thought I needed to share my time,
A second heart to make me shine.
Living a life I thought Sublime.
I’ve learnt a lot through time and trail.

Now tasked with separating fact from fiction,
I feel more and more lost in translation.
It’s not the end of me I know that I’ve grown,
Genesis is what time has shown.

A single light in Darkness shines,
Brighter each time you blink your eyes.
Part of a whole is not what defines,
Even the mighty oak eventually dies.

In parting I say we’re better apart,
Not parts of a whole but apart wholes ourselves.
My intention was never to break a fragile heart,
But knowledge imparted like books on the shelves.
Michael-Kent Dobison
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