A Series of Short Bursts of Varying Frequencies

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I am not crazy,

Though the argument could be made;

Some days I feel

As if love is the same,

A madness, accepted

The difference the name.

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What often impedes

Is what cannot be seen;

We are more than just objects

And there is far more

Than distance between.

***

As the day draws to a close

And the sun falls behind

A sphere spinning ’round

As day becomes night,

At least where your standing

As others now find

A new day beginning,

A fresh dawn shining bright.

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