The Hiding Place Of Sadness

sadness when kept alone by you
knows a place where to hide

it is like an arid soil at noon
when temperatures are high
and then an unexpected rain
falls

what you see is this quick
rising of hot air
to the sky

and then the sun smiles at you
as though nothing happened.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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