Friday 3rd July

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Always just under the surface

Beneath the thinnest of ice

Waiting, waiting for a crack

Shattering paradise

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Silently bubbling away

Like magma finding a crevice

Waiting, waiting for a fissure

With such a feeling of menace

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Locked in the darkened recesses

There, but bravely hidden

Waiting, waiting to pounce

Grief arrives, unbidden

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Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx