Warm rain

I would be angry
If the light were not so soft
Warm rain lashes down



Patch of wildflowers
Next to the roundabout
Wind blows
My heart moves with them

The discontent

The discontent I call it
Great or small
The only constant
In this roaming sea
I call a mind

Cursed beast

Time, that cursed beast
That makes you trade an ocean
For a muddy pond
Every moment of your life gone too soon
One hundred thousand little deaths a day
And once again tomorrow

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