Proud In the Crowd
It scarcely times to stand out from the eager crowd.
This is barely the proper time for a tame proud.
It is not the odd time to bitterly lament the tragic loss of a pebble.
It's not the accurate time for yearning and crumple.
We've allowed enough of beautiful utter weeping.
And a shallow cup of sensitive souls, as well as damaging.
We awful are in desperate need of a bold generation.
We dearly need brave folks willing to subtly recondition.
And not just for the sake of estranging.
Our green fantasies are rapidly declining.
To the blazing rays of the departing sun and the visible light of the living.
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