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blue sun of an indifferent life

 
 
 
what good is the sky
  to a falcon with one  
wing
 
   or Mozart to the deaf
 
let the flowers gather
   into garlands of tears  
 
what good is it to live
      on the tenth floor if
        you can't dangle from
          the window ledge every now
             and then to test your courage  
 
the human heart holds
 loss as close as a mother  
    cradling a new borne infant
 
the sun shines blue
 
   the hours become wasted  
      like a serpent devouring it's  
   own tail  
 
              there are no eyes to look into
 
   no hands to grasp  
 
              no gentle words of encouragement  
 
as the day cries sulfur tears
            into our morning coffee  
 
 
      
 
 
 
 
Written by buddhakitty
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