The Sight of First Light
Is there anyway to explain this awkward mood?
Stark still inside a dark room,
in the company of the night.
I watch the rain fall down in gloom,
in the absence of light.
It serves to fuel my grey and soaked mood!
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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