Another Dark Day
Another dark day, and it drizzles
The most monotonius tune
All I have endured now fizzles
As soon as I’m leaving the room
Damp air makes a joke of my plan
Slushy pavement tell stories untold
In favour of wintery man
Who sneers from inside of my soul
Spring speaks sotto voce in dark day
Though I’m not excited with breeze
With mud and the damp, I will play
Spring’s little game that I seize.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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