My lost coin
This whole thing just makes me sad.
I feel as if,
I held a bright, golden, rare coin in my hand,
But I stumbled.
It slipped through my fingers.
Then it rolled off the bridge I was on,
And dropped into the powerful, deceptively calm river depths
That I could never swim.
All I have left to do,
Is to revisit it once in a while,
And from far above,
Sadly try to catch the glint
Of what might have been mine
Until a cloud hovers over
And I just walk away.
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