#410-Close
14/09/2018
Humbling.
To sit here,
Stare,
Breathe the cool air,
In a silence that cuts.
Thoughts drift with the clouds,
Asking:
Are there others out there,
Like me?
Can anyone understand?
Do I?
Dispersed clouds,
Cover the sun,
Hiding answers,
In patches of shadows.
Over there.
Almost within reach.
Just waiting.
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