Dawn and dusk
What will it be?
Long, luminous
tentacles
Dust, dirt
Life in between.
A drop sometimes
A flood and skies
A path too strewn
Melody, forgotten
lullabies
Yes, all but one.
Silent sentinels
They wait, they watch
Somewhere, a beginning
Too soon, the end
Life, this, in between.
~ Judith Vaddi
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