We Come and We Go

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Like the ebb and flow 

Depend on one another,

We come and we go,

A release without smother.


For when dreary days dance on,

We seek out the sun

Only to find it in each other.


Darkness clouds our judgement, 

In times of sorrow,

Emptiness, grief; barren

As the Great Barrier Reef. 


Yet 

There's always tomorrow,

We come and we go.


Just as we come and we go,

Our doubts will wash over,

Frothed and swivelled,

To and fro.



I bet 

Even the cleverest raven,

Sometimes feels like a crow.

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