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I’ll never be happy he told her.
She said it wasn’t true,
that he was young,
that he didn’t know any better,
that things will change someday.
And when they met many years later,
when they were silver-haired and slower afoot,
she said she was sorry,
that she was the one who didn’t understand,
and that he was right all along.
And hearing that, he turned slowly and walked away.
 Jan 2019 ana laag
Humble
Clouds
 Jan 2019 ana laag
Humble
Sometimes, when it rains
I wonder,
"do clouds,
feel broken too?"

— The End —