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Adrift
Daily shuffles,
Smiling laughter,
Piecing the jigsaw,
We drift evermore to shore.
As if tide had drawn,
The insulating blanket,
Away from each confused soul,
We masquerade.
Some persevering better than others,
The peacock vs the peahen,
Until the end,
When once again we smile and giggle.
The game is played,
Pieces fallen into place,
As we drift,
To our eternal bay.
Smiling laughter,
Piecing the jigsaw,
We drift evermore to shore.
As if tide had drawn,
The insulating blanket,
Away from each confused soul,
We masquerade.
Some persevering better than others,
The peacock vs the peahen,
Until the end,
When once again we smile and giggle.
The game is played,
Pieces fallen into place,
As we drift,
To our eternal bay.
Published 10th Feb 2019
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10th Feb 2019 10:10pm
Beautifully-written piece, Cobalt. I really liked your writing and the message here.
10th Feb 2019 10:33pm
