Futurte Tomorrows
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Future Tomorrows
David J Walker
Gray is the color of Winters wind
January dressed for the occasion
Singing songs in dissonant tones
Dark and sparse the evening
I know one thousand places to go
I know the streets are calling
I know the whim of the businessmen
But soon the snow will be falling and
The moon will move beyond the clouds
To calculate the equation
Of a winter storm about to be born
Ignoring the evasion of
A winter breath as cold as death
An icy land of sorrows
Counting the haze of frozen days
Counting on future tomorrows
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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