graphic daisy Poems

so much time has come and gone in this world around us, it stood still while i removed myself

standing still, rushing past, or leave without a trace
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there's no doubt my fascination with it, the need to comfort my depression

watching it's changing form; it cascades as a waterfall, rises in a fountain, pulses gently.
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a life or death force. powerful control so easily relented quietly repeating the unending path. unseen, trapped inside it's containment.

Fascinating, without question it sustains my existence.
swirling, pulsing, revealing beauty bit by bit. beads aren't enough, never can be.
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