LISTENING
It's the most brutal form of Silence.
The wind chimes it's tales.
Speaks to me about it's romance with the clouds.
I listen. Only listen, for I do not have a tale to chime about.
The rain sings about it's dance with the Sun.
Speaks to me about the rainbow, their love, creates.
I listen. Only listen, for I am devoid of love.
The Earth declared it's passion for the trees.
Speaks to me about how sweetly the trees hold the Earth.
I listen. Only listen, for I have no one to hold so dearly.
Perplexed, they all ask me...
"In this plethora of beautiful hearts, have you yet to find yourself anyone?"
I nod, and I tell...
"I did find her, just... she didn't find me in me"
So they listen. Only listen, for they know what it's like to be this way.
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Dante Arrivederci
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If not, there's always tomorrow.
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