Thrill Poem by Paul Reed

Thrill



With perpetual cycle, we seek peace
When it arrives, we seek thrill;
We tire of that and long for normality
Grassy riverbanks and waters still
We languish, semi-contented
Innocuous days start to bore
With heavy hearts we turn again
To seek the thrill once more

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