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The Hiding Place Of Sadness
sadness when kept alone by you
knows a place where to hide
it is like an arid soil at noon
when temperatures are high
and then an unexpected rain
falls
what you see is this quick
rising of hot air
to the sky
and then the sun smiles at you
as though nothing happened.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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