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Thirty thousand seconds of life

(summed up)

And to the next debarkle,
Thunder gone minds,
Sparkle,
in the breeze of this midweek night.
Nothing special to say,
or take-away,
Except
 
Through the rain smoked mist,
Blazing sun lovers,
Kissed,
A first, for their awkward lives,
Nothing special to say
but a fire to keep,
Smouldering
 
Through phone-sit waits,
Calls to anticipate,
Create,
A space in the spark of life.
With one thing special to say,
Will you be my wife?
Love
 
Onwards, even through the battle trolls,
Maturing minds evolve,
Move,
Sparkle, divide, each others’ souls.
Nothing special to say,
That hasn’t already been,
Accept
 
Today is the day to realize yourself
in the moments pattering away like,
Rain
Spring, fall, patterns with a habit,
of repeating themselves.
Nothing special to see,
Until the floods really rise
Regrets
 
In the last seconds of life,
Seem so real, haunting.
In lost gardens of self,
Find remainders of being
Sunshine
 
Bathed plucky lovers,
A lucky last thought
Taken through the timeless end,
Of this lifelong human guess at,
Success
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