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Sunday Mourning. July 30, 2006

Posted by The Truth in Im Allgemeinen.
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i was awakened this morning by weeping
as the heavens opened and began to cry
’tis a sad and depressing morn to awaken to, i said to my love
via a text message, in less than 160 words…

and i was lying in my bed, unwilling to move
with a book in the hand, and soft rock on the radio
it was Neil Gaiman’s Smoke and Mirrors –
a collection of stories, tales and nightmares too.

all through this, teardrops splashed against my window
cleansing the world of all its grime and dirt;
despite the sorrow and all the sad depression
those very tears let everything start anew.

and then the tears stopped, for one does not cry forever
i imagine the skies must have dabbed at their eyes
with a handkerchief, crafted from the clouds
and green was never so green before –
and life starts, once again.

I need more sleepy Sunday mornings, that’s for sure.

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