A question of perspective
Birth, life and death
are mere ripples
on the surface of time.
The merest of kinks
in what is such
a long, long line.
But to a kinky ripple
they mean everything.
A queston of pespective
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Love the kinky ripple!
And may I say how fantastic that you’ve posted a poem everyday this month, very well done Jonathan!