CII

Today is a good day
My breathing is light.
It won't always be this way
I am sure.
Tomorrow, or the next day
Or a moment between
Clouds impend over the skyline
But they do not stay.
Perhaps they pour, or sprinkle
Cast shade
Perhaps they simply blow away
And I look up at the heavens marked by passing time
And I shout, "It's marking me too."
For it is
I am sure.


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XCIV

Why is it rain always comes at the most profound of times? Like each moment has been orchestrated just so, and when you feel most deeply, or perhaps hurt most deeply, the rain comes, and the song of your spirit is sung by the clouds.

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