Insubstantial

As reeds in summer.

The summer sits in silence on the river
In lightness, all our cares pour on the day;
And life seems silly, empty, insubstantial
We’re just a breath of wind
Soon blown
Away

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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