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5/30/16

Clouds perch the sky like birds

That have lost their way amidst a storm

Tree branches wave in a storm

Violently with an angst that only the inanimate can consume

In itself

Rain drops fall in pairs, and triplets, and multitudes unmeasurable

Clear yet filled with the light

That the sky gave them

And they give to the ground

Three levels

Are parallel to one another

Only by association

 

The sidewalks around the fountain

Wind endlessly and continuously in a circle

While storm clouds find their places over the sky

And under heaven

And this limbo remains unseen

By all those under them

 

This space is dark

When seen with red eyes

But light

With the dark of night

Only through the beauty

Of the feelings of those that understand

That it is up to them

To maintain it

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