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The Lord of light had me in a whirl My thoughts spun, like a giant Catherine wheel I am losing my grip on life I see disaster loom large in the distance Every now and then, I glimpse a tiny light In the crack of my mind, I curl into a small ball I wonder about my future, my body goes slack As new thoughts crawl through the black space My future is being written by a voice in my head My hope now, is that love is woven into all I do and say… ©AnitaDawes2022
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