the hours

the hours 

are grating 

in the search 

for purpose 
 

he smiles 

as he slips away 
 

– sheila c.

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7 thoughts on “the hours

  1. Gooooood Morning Sheila! πŸ˜€

    Surely you must be chanting the praises of the slipping sun at the end of the day? Ah, well, you should know that he has a delicious tendency to return back to the very same shore, like a boomerang made of fire! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    Keep it up, my dear!
    Mazzy πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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      1. My dear Ms Sea! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

        You are most definitely welcome! πŸ˜€ And just remember that at the end of the day even ‘Time’ does not exist in the way we think it does. What do I mean by that? Ah, well, a good Storyteller is always inclined to keep her readers guessing, till the very end if need be – oh, and bear in mind that the end is also quite the infinite affair! Giggle, giggle! πŸ˜€

        Best wishes from my Wonderland pen!
        Mazzy πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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          1. My Dear Ms Sea! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

            The body is indeed under the transformative laws of decay, though the Soul is quite literally of a different matter, it is akin to an escape artist extraordinaire that rebels and refuses to be Time’s fool… πŸ™‚

            With glowing constancy,
            Mazzy πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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