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Life
Places, faces, friends or foe,
Life gathers as we sow,
Dreams scatter as harsh winds blow,
Lovers say their empty words then go,
Familiar voices we long to hear,
To comfort us in all our fears,
Life as complex as the incoming tides,
Sometimes soft and serene,
More times fast and turbulent,
Bringing us plenty of woe,
Our time will come, when we will know,
The calm, the stillness,
The silence of our souls.
poem
by
Hazel Durham
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