sometimes the high winds of this world
whittle and trim
the details of us
scattering
the detritus of us
all about
and we're left looking
at the many little pieces
and wondering
and what was all this about anyway?
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4 comments:
precisely Steven! Looks like the aftermath of something a bit more jolly than , brrrrr, winter! Love the last line "And what was all this about anyway?" That sums up my thought about life in general pretty much...have a party, make some noise, love as many as you possibly can , because what's is all about anyway?
I need a little more "whittle and trimming!"
Seriously. You've been reading my mind again, Steven.
Let me know when you find out what it was all about. Please?
Feeling shredded some days for sure. Lovely image--both words and photo.
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