London Poem: Day 280

24 May

Ah, but the sun shines,
And the moon climbs so
It must be alright.
Our words fall, and
Sometimes, our curious
Hands crawl so, it’s
Gotta be alright.
Everything fits neatly,
The pieces huddled sweetly –
So, why is it that
The world doesn’t
Feel alright?

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