Over pebbled paths,
of memories lost,
On bridges, over troubled
waters crossed,
Avoiding thistled
thorn, of barb & prong,
She wondered where
it all went wrong.
Looking way back,
over far murky pasts,
She saw now, that
nothing ever lasts,
Not the happy, the
good, nor sinful bad,
Not the joyful laugh,
nor the searing sad.
She peered now, through
the rain & sun,
And knew, adversities
could be overcome,
Only mere life circles,
of coming & going,
Akin to earth´s seasons,
of reaping & sowing.
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