Alchemy With Words
Poetry
Monday, 4 May 2009
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this condensate has no end
and, like ice holding on
as it approaches the sun
will succumb
to recycling
yet, at the very end
or the next beginning
there could be respite
who knows
or cares for
the event or outcome
©2009 Hey Hey
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