Great Southern Ocean
Warm northerly breeze
Took it all in my stride
As I walked out my tears
The miles passed quickly by
As I shooed away those flies
Checked out all the wonders
Right there before my eyes
I needed to get out in nature
Needed to walk away my pain
Exercise; the medicine; the cure
So much turmoil; as ever; in my brain
Dad's been gone almost two months now
I know; life will never be the same...
Time alone will ease the pain...
19th November 2018
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