What to do with all this down time ?
Now that i have cleaned the house
Done the garden
And reorganised the shed
Nothing left to do
But ponder on the bad stuff
That which gives us sleepless night's
And frightens us to death
‘Life is a beach and sometimes you fry’
Sun-crested waves meander towards castles in sand from our high hopes of flow
teasing our scorched driftwood channelling waters caressing high tides and low
sun burn riptides and undertow rally trust in the life guards’ experience of sinking
request a hatful of hope and emotion a sunscreen of love and reorganised thinking
4th September 2016
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