Written by m ennenbach

bed time as the faucet drips

sadness is
floating upon
a caustic sea
on a hastily lashed raft
with no north star
to guide you home

happiness is
those brief moments
when the clouds part allowing
for mistakenly taking
a satellite
for long dead stars

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