From far away,
Squinting sharpens your features,
Brings definition to your edges,
But you are still too far to touch,
Comprehend,
Have.
I listened to the music that
Tickled your ears
And softened your heart.
But all I heard
Was the droning of a tired bee
Out looking for something
Pure to bring home.
And all that squinting for the future
Brought tears to my eyes.
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