Rainy Gray Day

By the window
Trying to snatch his scattered thoughts
from the wind

The wind has such tiny hands
Time has such tiny teeth

He looks at his hands
Counts the scars
He makes some tea

He puts his heart
a hopelessly broken heart
into a scarlet-velvet lined teakwood box

Closes the lid
slides the little bolt into place

By the window
Trying to snatch his scattered thoughts
from the wind

The wind has such tiny hands
Time has such tiny teeth

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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