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Oct 2013
A different view,
here, from the horizon line
Far off, out of touch,
Unseen by uncaring eyes
No longer searching
My eyes too tired to try
This vantage leaves wanting,
But only for the brilliance
bright, colors like spring time
the deep, unique, green
I begin to realize ruined me
cause they went, as she left
stealing the beautiful,
that was a blanket over everything
now I find only the drab, and boring
the muted, grey, plain
unwashed world, fading like memories
around me, or am I projecting
the way it feels throughout
is this unremarkable world mine?
A different view,

here, from the horizon line.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
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