A single raindrop
in a cup.
Half full? Half empty.
Half here
Half there
and half nowhere near.
Swallowed bitter and dry
we choke on the labels.
Charted feelings
graphed into a box.
Who are you in the end?
If I am something,
what am I not?
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Comments1
Somewhere between beginning and end, earth and sky. Nicely done
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