Thou art or though art not, I do wonder,
a sublime thought that fills me every day

I saw that rainbow spread out its wings until,
that disappearing act even before one blinked

Pebbles of past thou thought were all yours, all,
until the sands started slipping past the fingers

In a moment one smiled, and that walk of swag,
but wait, that black, misty, familiar, oh pit it was!

Loneliness, I reiterate the promise I’ve made you,
I am not one to leave albeit you were a free bird    

Why should thou speak ill of that furrowed brow,
don’t you know you too been to that beaten track?

Who says blue is the colour that dots your skies?
Yes, you died a loner, but never silent I know…      

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