The Thing with Wings

April 18, 2013
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Before but not in time
Ever elusive yet I cling to you
Strong rope, invisible until I cry
You silently make a sound
Wait until I blink
And then you’re gone
Into the gloom, into the sun
You are with me in love
Yet you leave when I fall
Or is it just that I’m not looking
Shadow bright at dusk but hides at noon
You’re on the heels of regret and the breath of a smile

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