Than I was
A time spent searching; akin to question every rule
A fine line walked, toward whatever was the truth
Could have tipped either side all too easy
None more mystified by life than I was
A spectrum rules an army; a silent servant to said fate
Cast to doubt, still to march toward it’s light
She came to me, felicity, one day along the way
None more realised in
life than I was
Like the moth transfixed by flame; just there beyond
The gaze, a daze of all increasing wonder
The hearth still to dictate the heart where I belong
None more gifted by life than I was
Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
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