Clouds scud,
Just the way they always do.
Wind rustles through trees,
As it always does.
Sky turning shades of blue beneath yellowing sun.
Just today the world seems a litter sadder,
This place a little smaller,
Now your voice no longer heard.
© Nick Strong 2014
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Clouds scud,
Just the way they always do.
Wind rustles through trees,
As it always does.
Sky turning shades of blue beneath yellowing sun.
Just today the world seems a litter sadder,
This place a little smaller,
Now your voice no longer heard.
© Nick Strong 2014
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