Feeling Down And Feeling Up
There was silence, a long silence.
He wanted it.
From his look was a picture of a broken spirit.
He felt so tired and weary.
Immobile on his seat, there was so
The chair seemed taking some of it.
The time had passed by a long while.
Still, he was staring at the sky.
As the clouds moved, there was calmness.
It calmed him down.
The silence spoke, and he listened.
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