Insubstantial

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

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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