Funny, only to me
I laugh, enough
More than enough for me
And i stop.
Breathing the sodden ground,
Hearing the falling sound,
A wish born, newly found.
Walking, into the cold drizzle
Warm, only to me
I soak, enough
Until it feels a little cold
And i walk out.
Damp and wet,
My clothes hanging
And drops of water
On my body, undried
Sleep descends...
The uncommon doings,
The lingering signs,
With a smile,
Smiling on my lines.
try looking at life with an ordinary glass. break your magnifying glass
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