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To the fourth grade quiet kid crying on the playground:
                                                           keep crying.
Let the burning blur in your pupils reverberate your vision
envision maculas becoming galaxies of simultaneous starbursts
normalizing irises marbleized in emotional flow

Oe’r sweeping luscious hills I spy,
a mist laden and green bounty,
absorbing early morning sun gladly,
sounds from a nearby charmed,
spot that town mystique captured,
itself eccentric looping magnet,
for that now vibrant spot profuse,
and sloped surround so anxious,
to exhibit in jewel gleam style,
abundance whilst on joint parade,
that silent asset or veined amalgam,
sumptuous in its epic sheer bloom,
clover clad canvas beguiling yet,
green interspersed with soggy brambles,
and garlands galore that never peak,

Suffer sadness silently
Sinister shadowy silhouette
Mellifluous meandering madrigal 

Circles spread on the surface
   And disappear in the pool
And do it so lightly - it must
   Be starting to sprinkle.

Where are the grayish clouds
   I should see in the reflection?
Where are the tapping sounds
   And the shift in the wind?

No - my eyes are dripping tears
   I didn't see coming.
Catch them - merciful waters -
   And put them away from me.