i rest my head on weathered shoulders,
the rain has all come down,
and as i look beyond the boulders,
i see the emotions all my own.
when the sky clears i'll look for dawn,
in the misplacement of twilight,
and as the sun fades in the backdrop drawn,
i'll understand my lack of foresight.
staring down the reflections of my life,
in a puddle called
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