Sitting along the edge of a busy afternoon.
Wishing to feel the warmth of sunlight
Through the dirty window;
That feeling of hope on the other side of the impasse.
Once it rained for days;
The sky and oceans fought with one another.
The storm of words from a loved one
Washing away youthful exuberance.
The specs of radiance touching the dirty prints
Reflecting responsibilities and questions.
Tiny faces from imaginations
Have lost their way.

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