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Nov 2010
Time, thoughts
incoherently
show
hazy veil
crowding
sail
direction none.
Where all  begins
where it goes
where comes from
where it grows...
life a mixture
bubbles
slowly blowing
heart inside
knows no Knight
belief succumbs...
Passing lights
sparkles of night
weakly rise
in darkness
shine.
Days mark pace
speedily race
desire bears
fruit of care.
Maybe tomorrow
maybe now
maybe a path
will meet the bow.
Choice runs
marathon ...
G Fairbairn
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G Fairbairn
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