When once the trees have lost all their appeal,
The clouds are beyond passing interests,
The stars are barely even visible
And wind is not up to passing events;
When after all the fall is emptiness,
The evening leads to nothing but the sky,
The bonfire fades with sullen heaviness
And heavens open up as though to sigh;
When added onto lists of discontent,
The possibilities amount to none,
Once endless hope runs into a dread end
And driven rain blows into everyone,
Then time has come to let all aspects pass,
Except the few which don’t try to impress.
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“I find nothing to be boring.” – the writer
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An uncomfortable situation; here’s hoping that trees and clouds will continue to keep their appeal. Also, it was a odd feeling to see David Williams as the author, as that’s also my name. I did a double-take and realized he has a different middle initial. But then, there’s surely a lot of us David Williamses out there 🙂
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