We're not getting closer even as we get older resorted to arms negotiations crumbled talk in shambles just a few years ago
News still blaring strife and scandal weight of troubles for the willing and able to cleanse this world of ailments do we seek the new fangled or ancient ? we're still searching just a few days ago
Neighbourhood bustles with communal fussing jobs, relations, children, gossip and bragging folks I know and don't chattering I have the alcohol's fire in my veins from the drinks I had just a few hours ago
My thoughts flip back to friends I had times of delight and mirth made me glad then commitments led us away catch up with you soon I was in the past just a minute ago 8>)
Passage Of His Reign :
Supple youth gambols with fresh breeze.
Fledgling seeds sprout first roots.
First light flickers from the horizon.
Winds blow with a shrill.
His reign is ascending.
Seasoned vigour reads the seasons.
Roots rush to claim its share of the earth.
Torch of day hangs midway at meridian's hour.
Winds howl deeply.
His reign at its apex.
What was once a peak is now a plain.
The next crest yields a basin of troughs.
Howling winds bewray cracks.
Ripe form moves with care.
Old roots are gnarled.
Light of day is a humble blend of glow and grey.
Winds howl at slurred pace.
His reign at its ebb.
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