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A gentle morning, bird song in the air

No sound of motorway or distant train;

The stillness of a world without a car.

A gentle morning.

But silent contemplation is in vain

When casual words can cause the mind to flair

Shuffling between ecstasy and pain,

Never resting, never unaware

That any second all that seemed urbane

Could crash into a vortex of despair.

A gentle morning?

Brian Hick February 2013

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