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Ode to a flower on a sunny hill

We turn

always

to catch the light.

But the light moves away

our voices dim

we cannot shout

loud enough to be heard.

Move back, move back

but hoarse whispers are not enough.

As the light pulls away

and we

wait for

rain.

Our faces filled

with buzzing sounds

and the last remnants

of another dream.

We

grasp

the hill upon which we stand

and seek ever to again

chase the sun.

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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