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January 10, 2017
By AutumnLeaf GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
AutumnLeaf GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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The swirl of loneliness
sounds like glass shattering-
a wrenching pain,
buried forever.

The hiding place of rain
shivers
underneath a front porch;
cracked, dark, damp.

But if you turn hope on high,
you’ll see the sky can be
any color you imagine
and clouds are cushions of cotton candy.



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