Monday, July 25, 2016


They said I am full of grief
and I agreed with them
my lungs have breathed too much disappointment
in this life

I am not myself, I said
but later I disagreed
for this is what I am, now

Don't misunderstand
I still see joy in every gift of nature
and finally see the hope a child can bring
but my shadow turns to the suns of yesteryear
and I blink at every disappearance

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