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I am here Yet most times I'm not Likened to a fleeting zephyr Perchance may be caught Beyond the bend, it's hard to see Uncertain, unpredictable, unsure There are chances however unlikely To chart life's trot and canter Awaiting the moment I would voraciously savour The fullness of my being that's rare and transitory Because almost always, I'm drowning in doubt and clamour With fevered breaths drawn more quickly
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Transitory
I am here Yet most times I'm not Likened to a fleeting zephyr Perchance may be caught Beyond the bend, it's hard to see Uncertain, unpredictable, unsure There are chances however unlikely To chart life's trot and canter Awaiting the moment I would voraciously savour The fullness of my being that's rare and transitory Because almost always, I'm drowning in doubt and clamour With fevered breaths drawn more quickly
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
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