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| Twelve months | |
| By Namaska | ||
| 12 February 2007 | ||
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A name, White lines, Tea for five followed by a day in the pub, New words came to find me, Brought me a pebble, Took me down to the sea, Washed away the night, But the tide can not hold back time, A new continent arose, Sunny climbs and funny times, A lover without the past, And the sea came washing over me, And I brought myself back, With the worst of hang-overs driving me Home, To find that spring had arrived. My sister a writer, My Brother a husband, Trying to fall in love, Trying to be beloved. Hearts and minds took me through the summer, Caffeine and nicotine putting the words on the paper, The words that could only be perfect, And they were. And in the lack of sleep, The world was dissolving, And he came back, The tide never refusing to turn, Unexpected, in a shop door, His tears fell too that night, But they weren’t for me. Salvation booked a flight, But before she flew away, We spent time together, dancing, laughing, And towards the winter evening, She left. Alone, but not alone, Sharing thoughts, I dreamt of chess, Then headed home for Christmas.
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