The Mick Morris Musing

Exploring Resilience via Lifes Burning Issues

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Melbourne 2

A Melbourne night,
Revisited,
Light, shadow…
reflection, refraction..
blue flash,
gold
or the illusion thereof.

Headphones in,
life’s soundtrack
playing in my ears…
sitting in solitude..
pondering the twists
and turns
of existence.
What was,
what is,
what could be.

And then….

Breadcrumbs

Poems,
are the breadcrumbs
of thoughts,
left as a trail.
Written snippets…
That I may follow,
back,
to know
from whence I came.
Pausing
At each crumb.
To know,
to feel
and remember.
While you,
reading,
may only speculate.

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