Walking on that far shore
You know, the one that hardly existed anymore.
The far shore, unhindered by daily reality;
Only glimpsed by immortal glances,
By those in mortal pain; when
The sun falls on fallen lids
When the rain cools and heals
When the body doesn't shiver
And the soul shines like quicksilver.
Walking on that far shore
You know, the one on the horizon
That comes closer with every stride;
As the page of life turns, alas rapidly
I, from that far shore cannot hide.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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