8/20/2025 for Two Seven Four Poetry Contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Each day, I wake - within, a hope for warm, sunny, blue skies; and like flower petals, with care, slowly open my eyes. Today, I see, just like many days ere, dark clouds, and so, I sigh, "I thought, I got away - yet, once again, laid low".
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