Mia Ocean - No one

When the sun used to shine
through the blinds,
it would have pattern,
and the pattern would have shape,
and the shape would have meaning.

No one, no one,
payed attention to the shape.
So the sun no longer shines
through those blinds,
and no one knows the message.

But they know it was a warning.
No one knows.
Why?

Mia Ocean

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