A Sigh for the Impermanence of Life

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sunset by Joe Keenan
sunset by Joe Keenan
A Sigh for the Impermanence of Life.
By Dave Young.
Often a rapturous travel in time,
the photographs, the songs, the smells,
an alluring unavailable past washes over.
Eerily cold –
a grey sky marks “the hour of lead”.
My eyes feast on the beauty of decay
and the colours that die in my head.
I enjoyed standing on the safety of the shore
as you fucked up your life –
A smooth polished pebble of a feeling –
washed by a bitter ocean.
Like the pebble
you never appeared to feel the shame
you ought to.
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Dave Young – Good Poetry Licks
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