Turn back the pages – March 2010

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Brush up your windswept look
No need to hide those tear-prone eyes,
Darkness will descend over the lake
And its wave-ridden waters
Before you know it.
Only the haunting howling
Will be left.

It’s make or break time,
Maybe you’ve built something strong –
But even then, you never know
Where the next gust’ll come from.

 

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