Every day, the same walk with the same dog
Every day, the same headland, sea and sky
Every day, the same sun rising
Today, the dog and I are a day older
Today, the sky's smeared with pink, the sea's a pearl
Today, the sun is a red wound on the horizon, bleeding.
Every day, the same headland, sea and sky
Every day, the same sun rising
Today, the dog and I are a day older
Today, the sky's smeared with pink, the sea's a pearl
Today, the sun is a red wound on the horizon, bleeding.
1 comment:
I feel that way too today Victoria..."same old" , yet the flip side is I find GREAT comfort and strenght in the routine-ness and security of it all...are we humans funny old things ? HUGS xx
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