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Poetry Starlings

The World Between the Words
I wrote this some time ago, about a day when I made a choice to keep living. It still resonates with me today; the idea that the beauty of life makes everything else worthwhile. The last two lines remind me to seek out beauty, wherever I may find it, whenever life gets rough. It's so easy to forget what's important. We've been given a marvelous gift, we have...

Starlings

Lay down in the sand dunes
Lay down amongst the sand
Watch the sun, it's setting now
Come darkness over land

Break onto the shoreline
Holding nothing back
Sweep across the skyline
Bruised and bloody black

Thud! The pulse is quickened
Swallow back the tide
Look! There is a passenger
Who couldn't catch a ride

Mercy was the morning
Grace arrived by noon
Devastation followed grace
And torment chased the moon

Glory was a moment
Fast fading with the sun
When starlings came in hundreds
And were seen by only one

Beauty was the reason
Hope was the excuse
But beauty did a backflip
And sunk into misuse
 
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