The movie had ended and the boy sat up

He looked so solemn, so troubled, as he fought

The tears awaiting behind his eyes, the photography was lovely,

The story simply brilliant, he especially liked

The joyful play of the sunlight flaring on the windows,

The growingly opaque blue smoke swallowing the tiny houses

The forest mist to which they woke each morning

The beginning of a new day, so significantly blooming

Why wasn’t real life as cinematic?

It would definitely make things 

Much easier to bare

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