Sometimes

It's a wonder
The course of action
The inaction
That twirls upon the play
Of individual characters
All diversive in there being
That nothing save their moment
Upon a page, matters much
But sometimes
Just sometimes
Light glimmers through
Opens a closed door
And allows one to truly see
Not all said is meant nor true
Not all expressed affection
Is the reality of a situation
But the wind blowing through
Falling leaves.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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