There is no past

My fate has brought me losses in excess
Since you died by your own choice at last
Control of life we do not now possess
My fate has brought me losses in excess
And  left me dwelling in the wilderness
In the deeper mind, there is no past
My fate has brought me losses in excess
You died by your hand,  the trumpet blasts

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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