winter of discontent
Winter of Discontent
Cloudiness has settled in the sky
An act of unpalatable truth of the kind
A summer sun easily hides
Old dwellings are full of cracks
Sagging roofs and dust on the windowsill
Pot-holed roads, dry as clay, lead from
From doom to the gloom of routines
Nothing changes; life is an endless struggle
Spring is far away
Then, a miracle happens, splitting clouds
I saw the sun, as the flowers in the garden
had seen
warming my face, letting the illusion continue
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