Dull Weather
There’s so little in this meadow;
The horizon seems to need medication,
Even raindrops have an insipid taste
I’m like a garden cursed
To never see the butterflies
For the flowers are all in their graves
I fear that maybe I had it much
And to suddenly feel it less
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