No Disharmony

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Disharmony surrounds us
but still we sit in a field
of daffodils lifting faces
to the sun.

Disasters, call in the night
death stalking all
yet hummingbirds and butterflies
flit through the garden
seasons change
moon waxes and wanes
life goes on in unrelenting
hills and valleys
or a tide which overflows
only to retreat again.

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1 Response to No Disharmony

  1. Tara says:

    Reblogged this on by divine-design.

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