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lonliness, marked by the sun
by Andrew S Adamsthe air, met me with a crisp white-
somber, but bright; alone,
but everywhere.
a solitary raindrop
mars a sunless sky-
what if all reactions
were just as shy?
pain is a subtle but persistent quality to the sky,
to the earth, to the trees
to the small prisms of rain,
to the long forgotten breeze.
reminding us, as a leaf
falls in it's own grace
gently to the ground,
that this world will drop hints
that maybe this is it's perpetual
sadness. 05/16/2003 Author's Note: bleh, whatever.
Posted on 05/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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