Mister

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The sky breathes deeply
And bends
The clouds gather.
And the trees below
Are in conflict.

A crystalline tear
Falls from the moon’s cheek,
And from there the
Man touched the earth.

Mr. Man grabbed his
Arm and his smile,
And he sped up to the
Stage.

So sad, that he couldn’t
Find the reason
As he ran, the wind fell away
Like a sheet.

Without the wind,
Mr. Man was perfect.
He was crystalline.
His smile, his modest charm
Grew his fame.

And his
Pride took over.
His lover left
Mr. Man for another.
Former admirers all called him overrated.



































Man fell.





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