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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
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