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Bleak Monet

. for public domain

Do you cry out there in the night,
"What's the use!"
and then exchange a mournful sigh
for more abuse?

Well, don't you fret, don't worry,
you free soul,
yours is not the only story
goes untold.

More leaves of grass in every lawn
are overlooked by paintings drawn
by hands that feel what eyes don't see.
Welcome. You're Sorrow's adoptee.

So, go and walk the streets alone.
Find your way
to the undeserved barren throne
and display

all your pain, and let it flourish.
For some day,
some watchful heart seeks to nourish
your bleak Monet.

Copyright © William Coyne

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