I am the dew on the leaf,
pulling it down.
My visit was never brief,
but I came without a sound.
I was a hideous thief,
stealing away your crown.
Yet you say I was your handkerchief,
in my wool you never drowned.
Yet you say I'm your relief,
in my arms you're steady and bound.
Yet you say my burden is your motif,
and my etch never rusted, never browned.
But I don't think I trust your belief,
as I'm the epitome of something never found.
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Little Things in Life
Random"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
