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The Drape

A decade old drape; the colors worn and tattered as it sits in the corner. It’s between the inside and the out but it doesn’t feel like a part of either. 
The window the only company next to the rain and the snow but they are only temporary, they come and go, their friendship fickle and cold. The only support is a rusty rod but he’s grown too old to carry the weight; he can’t stay forever. The drape stays dirty and neglected, ignored as it stares at the owners wondering when they will notice it’s silent suffering. As the days pass, hope dwindles of a new beginning until finally the wind blows him off of the old Rod.  Suddenly, he finds his way to the outside, an outsider he flies far far away..

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Great poem angel