Casual Sadness

Soaking whatever’s left
Of
The dying sun

Listening to the wind’s
Quiet, solemn tune
Humming along
Out of solidarity

My cup of tea
Is now cold
As I search for meaning
In a meaningless world

What is this, really?
Casual sadness, perhaps
In all its glory…

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