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Sorrow

Kick off your shoes
And walk on the ground,
Stony or smooth,
Just circle around.

Shove aside
Those notes and issues;
Hang back your head
And look to the moon.

Wonders so simple,
So little so trivial.
And yet so large
They renew the soul.

Sounds of laughter
Shattering windows.
Opening doors
To untreaded roads.

How do we get so confused?
Weighted and staggering with
The darkening of hearts.
Unbearable silence that tears us apart.

Like gears in the sand
Or tears in the rain.
Insignificance devouring
Feeding off joys and pain.

Make no mistake,
Both feelings're so true.
Helping each other
Clearing their dues.

If only you'd stop
And listen those tunes;
Those whistling winds
And life's conduits.

Maybe we are just
Sparks and dews.
Yearning to reunite
Forsaking all dues...

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