the taf estuary
each time a tale
flowing and ebbing
ebbing and flowing
the world’s breath
here
i do believe it is
the penultimate line
of a closing thought
how the castles were
but are no more
guard your words carefully
there are many stranded boats
wishing upon broken boards
reeds in the wind pointless
the mud an abstract colour
what does it all mean
if nothing at all
then that is fine for me
a sigh on an outgoing tide
discloses it all
the incoming a homecoming
don’t you see
life is but an estuary
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