Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Light

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grasping at straws
of brilliant white light
enthralled in the thrills
that make great things right
fact after fact
smacks the green-screen of life
fast gasping stabs
ringing hollow amid strife
loneliness glows
almost in spite
weak weary knees
climbing flight
after flight

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Written by johnwhays

December 12, 2011 at 7:00 am

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