The boy was never happy
the way other people were.
He didn't need to be.
He could be happy
in the way a sadbeast might.
He shivered in the cold wind
of a spring morning.
He saw the sun crest over a sullen hill,
and watched gray clouds light
with a sorrowful sigh
as each quiet beam of sunlight
graced the air.
The boy sang the sadbeast song
and frowned while he smiled.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
The boy was never happy
the way other people were.
He didn't need to be.
He could be happy
in the way a sadbeast might.
He shivered in the cold wind
of a spring morning.
He saw the sun crest over a sullen hill,
and watched gray clouds light
with a sorrowful sigh
as each quiet beam of sunlight
graced the air.
The boy sang the sadbeast song
and frowned while he smiled.
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