Random Thoughts Indexed


      these are strange days
      the days between darkness and light
      between clarity and confusion

      perhaps our best is behind us;
      maybe there is more to come

      these are the days when those
      are the only possibilities

      the days of waiting
      the times of remembering
      and of forgetting how to hope

      these are strange days indeed
      like a shadow passing through time


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© Huw Powell

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