a wisp of sadness
today, the sun through my window
and the wind through the trees
created moving sillhouettes
on my walls like old movies
yesterday, jasmine whispered
into the air while
umbrellas collided and raindrops
made perfect concentric circles 
along the stone walkways
i often notice these
magic little things
but when i was a teen
i discovered the hard way
that pearls are really
angel tears and
i don’t wear them anymore
it always seemed so unfair
that angels
should have a reason to cry
(c) Seven, 20080402
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