All The Colours

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One pretty evening’s

Never-to-be-repeated shore.

Autumn-beginning’s sunset

Casts her bronze folded nets of waves

Against the welcoming pebble shelves.

They break into scattering strings

Of brief-life jewels as

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Human?

Human condition might have to be
That, every now and every then,
We be defined solely by our problems.
Time doesn’t heal.
The phone doesn’t ring.
The tune doesn’t cheer.
The dark that was once refreshing
Is filled only with malice barbs.
The next message can only be burden.
Stand up!
Be proud!
Hold fast!
There is a way ahead,
Though difficult to see,
Even if it goes steeply downwards
For a depressing while.