No Time for Heroes

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December 2015

 

No Time for Heroes

 

Once again.

In a land,where dead men,

still stand.... tall.

I'm chasing......a sunrise !

A wattle, on the breeze.

Briefly masks the smell of death.

I've lost out to romance.....

So

I'm searching for felicity.

That it may change my fortune , by....

Bringing ....hope.

a fresh dawn..... may hap when colour, touches.....my life, one more time.

When leaves will fill the trees, and not the ground.

When serenity fills the stars.

When.....

Perhaps, I'll just read 

 

Wittgenstein ...... again !

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