ALMOST

on the other side

of time,

the area between

is crowded with

shadows,

broken promises

and the right to

be understood

as changes occur

like the flow of

clouds,

nameless,

but important,

almost enough to

break into the blues

like reliving the

history of each year,

after the first

breath of morning

as day passes

into the beyond

of night


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