Ignorance Is Bliss For Some
The piano cried
The curtains turned their backs
The windows slammed
Refusing the wind to come in
All while the bonsai stood motionless
Apathetic to what was happening
The wind blew harder and harder
The windows stood as guards
Willing to lay down their mortal lives
He doesn't deserve you
You're too good for him
He's too weak to be your lover
Whispers of revolting loathing
Against the innocent wind
All watched as he cracked
Including the bonsai, who disregarded him
And went to console the piano
I understand now Mother
How feeble and pathetic the wind is
She murmured with a reassuring smile
I'll forget the winds very being
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