For every rainbow, rain-clouds have to yield.
For every restoration, raw wounds have to yield.
For every reward, rigour must be yoked,
the F.E.R.R.Y leaves the bay full, it returns empty, it leaves empty, it returns full, such is the cycle sunset to sun down.
Written for Sonya’s TLT – week twenty-three.
Wow, this is so clever – gold star!
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Excellent. You can almost hear the waves lapping against the boat in the rhythm of your words.
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Thanks Joseph!
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Life does have its rhythms and cycles. Like how you tied it all together.
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Thanks Patricia!
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So true! Well said!
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Thanks Jessie!
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Clever!
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Nicely done, Chioma. 🙂
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Thanks Louise!
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