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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Paper Pawns



Silhouettes of wind torn branches
Painted against the sky.
Greyness blends into blue,
As winter wanes goodbye.
Light lingers ever longer,
With each passing day.
Bitter cold memories,
Gently melt away.
Paper pawns sway to and fro,
Teetering side to side.
Questioning where to go,
No place to dwell or hide.
As Mother Nature silently,
Ambles on her way.
Another season passes by,
Quietly tucked away.
Like a feather in the wind,
Helplessly blown awry.
A soul succumbs to destiny,
Despite how hard the try.
Life's a mystic labyrinth,
Fate the final straw.
As paper pawns we are meant,
To wither one and all.


Copyright © March 2011
Kevin Mooney

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