one after another after another.
No variety, sand flows and ebbs
with regularity.
Is it bleakness or harmony?
Stability or disquiet?
Familiar or banal?
Haunted eyes need to look
beyond the pale
and the soul need wrap
itself in this cloak of warmth
For coldness is empty, without
the usual.
Warmth is where the heart is
where it is welcomed, loved and balanced....it is home
~~In reply to Tracey 2009
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