.

I stood cautiously upon the "great" hill,
The breeze, calming and 'o so very still;
And the sweet new blooms were proud.
Languid pull, curved, beneath a shroud,
Their sweet leaves of a sweetness stems,
Crowns which keep the droplet diadems
Caught from the budding tears o "Morn";
And clouds were fair, so wispy, so borne;
Fresh from the clear beck which so slept
Upon Azure plains of sky, and then crept
A faint buzzing among the green'r leaves;
Born of th' sigh that this quietude heaves.
For not the dimmest stirring in this  scene
Of all the umbrage that lie over the green
Was seen -such Joy such solace did bring.

Therapy session going well,
I speak but only do half tell
Cause folks don't understand
Because they never half-felt
What I lock away -understand?

No.

They don't understand half so well
What is meant when eyes so swell
& a voice cracks -Folks, understand,
That you obviously never half-felt
So you don't quite fully understand.

Therefore I will tell all all, but I will
Bet you dollars to doughnuts, they still
Won't ... freaking... ahh!!! understand.

lay dead . do not speak nor ask for   fear.

lay quiet. do not write nor tell. there    are

new shoes by the wardrobe.     at an angle.

still. do not move nor participate in  any

way.

do not breathe, nor cry. there are    new

shoes by the wardrobe,            new shoes.



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