his eyes flood, a torrent of rain and
his sighs are deep like the hopeless, hopeless, bottomless
pit,
of no return.
he paces like a feral tiger, as he grieves for his loss
his love
his forsaken joy
it is like one of the shadows
you see it, its there!
but always always
just a
glimpse of what really is
the almighty, the powerful, the wondrous
ipad
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