Egal Bohen Poems

Does it matter does it not
If the reason for life
We have forgot
Perhaps we were never ever told
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What happens is not good or bad
What happens is not always sad
What happens is the way it is
What happens is a great abyss
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The sea was made of lemonade
The beach from chocolate drops
The cliffs were made of toffee
The trees from Brighton rock
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Blocks of Cornish granite stone
Exposed
Face brave the west wind’s home
To test the storm
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Each wave
Of the sea
That falls
On the shore
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Crisp green the stems of daffodils
That brave in spring cold sun
Soft tender green the hawthorn buds
Unfurled with winter done
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Our weapons
To defeat the scythe of time
That through Earth
Eternalise our places
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So strong doth blow
November's wind
From trees
Their leaves
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We choose the place
We go from here
Through what to us
Is held as dear
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