Many times I've seen
the face up in the air.
They tell me that I'm crazy
when I stare
at nothing, but
I know it's there.
It's there like cold
on a summers day, fair
and warm. The cold is lurking,
waiting like a bear,
hibernating in winter
until the spring day when it will scare
you as it lumbers from its den.
I know it's there.
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I really like this, it's slightly Shel Silverstien~ish to me. I think I'll doodle it.
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