The Sharp Among The Soft
I am the lilac that blossoms in the
moonlight
And not under the sun.
I am the square box
Staring at the identical circle tops in the store.
I am the shadow that's always there,
But almost never seen.
I'm the guest at the party listening
While everyone talks blindly.
Copyright © 2000 by Skylar Bayer
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