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I am all weird and weepy today, un
-prepared for the wily way the world
twists and turns to and fro and far
and wee. Can you see the sun be
-hind all this gray? Let’s breathe,
and ask these clouds to play a game
of fear hide-and-seek. Will You keep
me safe? I’ve got miles to go and very
little sleep.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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Sad and solemn piece, in the end all ends well and the storm passes, sun re-emerges, winds whisper still. Greetings to you.
I love this:
“ask these clouds to play a game
of fear hide-and-seek”
As I’ve told you before, I have this imaginary “Restart” button in my head. Well, lots of buttons actually. “Escape,” for example. 😉 Anyway, I think we’re both just slamming all the imaginary buttons down at the same time, inside our heads. I’m glad I have you, to slam with.