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Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder.
I peer through bricks building strong houses, and ponder how they sit so still.
Sometimes I wonder.
I peer through windows lit with candlesticks, and ponder how they keep their burn.
Sometimes I wonder.
I walk along white piket fences,
and ponder how they remain unstained.
In time brick wears.
In time candles burn out.
In time white fences dull.
Perhaps it's all in the upkeep;
to work against or with the weather,
and time.
I wonder...
I peer through bricks building strong houses, and ponder how they sit so still.
Sometimes I wonder.
I peer through windows lit with candlesticks, and ponder how they keep their burn.
Sometimes I wonder.
I walk along white piket fences,
and ponder how they remain unstained.
In time brick wears.
In time candles burn out.
In time white fences dull.
Perhaps it's all in the upkeep;
to work against or with the weather,
and time.
I wonder...
Published 29th Nov 2015
| Edited 19th Jul 2016
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