Pain and sorrow,
Bleak tomorrows,
Loneliness, depression deep…
You believe it,
Think you see it:
You’re not worthy of your dreams…
In this world of churning changes,
Couldn’t these become extinct?
Likely no,
So may we grow
In all the good we can perceive!
—
My Quadrille in response to Linda’s “extinction” prompt at
dVerse.
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