sometimes the sadness
fits into teacups, isn't
loud or desperate or
aching, is just
slow
is just
a hurt in a throat;
or a realisation
that the nest the sunbirds are making
will inevitably break, will not last.
sometimes the sadness
is just about fragility.
is lilting music on a
cloudy morning.
is not desperate.
feels less loudly.
is the colour of
the ravines on
somebody's face.
sometimes the sadness
is a river, is not rain.
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