Shouldn'T My Day Be Indulgent and Bright
Awoken by the relentless noise
of the pelting raindrops,
frightened by the gusts
of the bending treetops,
I face an uncertain day that can't offer
any sweetness other than bitterness as my dose;
a low spirit like mine needs another powerful prayer!
Don't anxieties, swollen as clouds,
pathetically reflect a sad image...
as they let wishes slip away by leaving doubts
in a heart aching with loneliness and rage?
Shouldn't my day be indulgent and bright
without worries burdening this unhappy mind?
But rain adds to the surliness by hiding its light...
lovely would be a sunbeam and a cheerful sound!
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