the rain mists gently
blanketing the city
in a malaise
of unfathomable
sorrow
maybe
he is projecting
himself
out
into the aether
but it is comforting
to think
the city weeps with him
rather than
weeping alone
the rain mists gently
blanketing the city
in a malaise
of unfathomable
sorrow
maybe
he is projecting
himself
out
into the aether
but it is comforting
to think
the city weeps with him
rather than
weeping alone
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Rain is special
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it is indeed. better when shared with someone though.
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True true
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I love that word ‘Malaise’, you know I’m gonna used it now. Another great one Michael 👍🏻
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All yours sir. Can’t wait to read it.
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