Skirmish
Skirmish
It turns so fast
from happiness to sadness,
yesterday
was a warm spring day,
then without warning
Cold.
Winter beddings
packed away
we fought
over a blanket
I lost
she is blaming illness.
Today is miserable
a clumsy time
doesn`t know whether
to cry or shine.
No internet
that`s a bloody shame.
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