All day
this rain without
you—so many planes
above the cloud line
carrying strangers
either closer or
farther away from
one another while
you and I remain
grounded. Are we
moving anyway
towards something
finer that what the day
might bring or is this
an illusion, a stay
against everything
unforeseen…
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these days i am learning trust optimism patience discipline
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