Saturday, August 11, 2018

again again

To turn a new page of a book well-known
To read a new line of a stanza much recited
To write a new word of a sentence by hearted
To utter a new sound of a phrase oft repeated
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

To witness a new dawn of a shore so familiar
To scale a new peak of a mountain so intimate
To sail a new boat on a sea very close
To take a new step on a road so beaten
It's all too expected. Yet, it is told and yet it is done

For there is a joy that doesn't keep count
And there is a time which is new every time
For there is a view , deeper every sight
And there is a me, different every day
It's all not expected. It's not all expected

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