Ann Miller

Drops of rain, swimming down.
I look to the storm, waiting for a sign.
Can't you feel the sun? They say.
All I feel is rain.
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I work, I toil.
Day in, day out.
I dream, aspire,
But all for naught.
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Who is the lucky one?
Are you lucky that your are gone?
Or I, that I must live on.
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Dreaming is wishing
subconsciously hoping
trying to fly-
realizing you're chained to the ground.
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The cold gazes up at me
and I towards it.
Its gravity is undeniable
a suggestion at life's brevity.
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I built a tower high around my heart
The shiny glass walls holding me far
From those with greedy hands
Trying to take
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It caresses my cheek with a gentle swish
And dances across my lips
It tugs my hair in a playful leap
And twirls past my billowing laughter
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