4.27.19

Copper coins,

Found in the rain,

Glitter through a glare

Of tears

And rain water.

Their heads turned up,

Their tails turned down,

And my tail between my legs

As I walk home.

I am unfortunately, fortunate to find

A trail of empty riches,

A path of pennies

In this time of heartache.

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