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written by: James Bell
Waves that no longer crash and break, shifting sands in endless drift;
A heart that once readily used to quake, now beats slowly with our needless rift.
Winter winds blow, knowing of the slow change and spring birds have long since flown away;
In this empty time we seek aimlessly to rearrange confused feelings lost in spiralling disarray.
Marooned and numb in a restless sea of swirling empathy, searching still for my sweet angel of mercy;
These uncertainties lurk in long dark corridors of doubt, but morning’s untainted light breaks once more ahead of me.