Born astonished
In the blink of an eye
A moment lived
A lifetime to the fullest
Misfortune between
First and last breath.
I paste hope and faith
On a grim face of fortune
Dipping my feet into the icy
Pool of an indifferent moon
I abhor the scorching of the sun
Waking to the sound of a weeping world
Fighting out of control forces.
Helen Crutchett
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