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Gloomy World

I remember it was late spring in the country. How stiflingly hot the breeze was up here! And, shades over the slant dozed sundry. Long, steamy, hot periods of mid-year I remember it was autumn in the country. Turning swallows skimmed the brilliant grain. In the afternoon, with a skewed and sultry Gorgeous steers brushed on the plain. I remember it was cold around the country. I had a beauteous sister in my sight. She had dull hair, and her eyes were wintry. We have all sung in the woods at night. I remember feeling alone in the country. The chatter of our young men fills my ears. I also view dead coal on the stove to acquire tea. to flares that show it all brilliantly in my tears. I remember it was dark in the country. There is a mountain where I used to live. The road It has cattle footprints and fallen scattered trees. The stump is twisted by the fury of the storm erode. However, realizing that these stains are mine I would alike to ask how such horror happened in history. Earth and I are the only creatures living alone. I remember it raining across the country. Written: August 10, 2022
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Baker Avatar
August 17, 2022 at 5:06 PM
Earth and I are the only creatures living alone. This is a very thought-provoking line my friend. It resonates with me and I'll give it some thought. I liked the poem. Bill
George Avatar
August 12, 2022 at 6:12 AM
A poem filled with recollections .... ! Great write, dear friend!
Pandit Avatar
August 11, 2022 at 5:25 AM
Fabulous write my friend--you brought forth glimpses of memories in hues of nature. Emotions resonate throughout.
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