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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