Are you
deaf to my pleas?
Are you
merely cut stone?
Lifeless.
Or you
can also be
simply borne
out of
the desperations of men.
I knock
on your door
each day,
spread out my plans,
and then
I go,
sometimes
I linger
and listen intently:
If you will growl,
or else
send me a rainbow,
so that I may be
on my way,
unmindful of
dying dreams.
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