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Mar 2023
Enlightened

We don’t mind the rain

and not a person yet,

has seen the dew fall.


As for the mist, it’s a

mirage, an illusionary

interpretation of fog.


We don’t mind the wind,

so long as it doesn’t

blow the clouds away,


because shadows are

egotistical self-seekers

always soliciting exposure.


We don’t mind the night,

sure don’t you know that

we drink THE DARKNESS.



Ryan 26th March 2023.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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