Ordinary Days

quatrains

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I fall apart in fragments,
I put frozen with the cold,
I like the sound of rushing water,
Content with never growing old.

Words all the day surround,
But I am tucked away in my cove,
I wonder how in the spate of voices
One can still feel so alone.

The completion of the small things
Is in itself its own reward,
Some days I win relay races,
Other days I just limp forward.

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