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Month: March, 2013

Cycle

Hours before sunrise
The raconteur falls
Tired,
breathless,
and overwhelmed by his thoughts

“These feelings are ephemeral,” he said,
With a smile on his face before he slept

The sunlight hits his face and wakes him
He heads out and inhales all the positivity
The rip-roaring feeling of another day
The singing birds
The fresh air
The second chance

The second chance

With the thought of
“the good future”,
He stopped walking
and smiled

He was happy

He kept his hands
in his pockets and walks again
To live the fortuitous life

 

All is well.

 

 

 

 

He stopped walking once more
As his smile slowly fades
Saying,
“These feelings are ephemeral”

 

Hours before sunrise
The raconteur falls
Tired,
breathless,
and overwhelmed by his thoughts

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Untitled #2

Are you the color
inside the black and white?
Or are you the
black and white inside the color?