Distractions pull at grey matter edges
Echoes of past and whispers of future
Words unfinished, unwritten, unspoken
Notes unheard, unplayed, unrelished
Unsung melodies drifting in time and space of could and would
So many weights to be carried, balanced
Broad shoulders make lighter load
but strength wanes quivering with no respite
Crown jewels are races reward
but glittering things shine dimly to the weary
Stephanie Neher
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