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Summer Grey.
Today is a bleak day
a dull day. It did not
rise with joy.
Trees roam restless
disquiet in their hearts,
the cry of wind about
their tongue:
forlorn they weep
beneath the closely
curtained sky.
Today is a bleak day
a dull day. It did not
rise with joy.
Trees roam restless
disquiet in their hearts,
the cry of wind about
their tongue:
forlorn they weep
beneath the closely
curtained sky.
Yep
this day.....
great imagery!
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Thank you very much, it's so
Thank you very much, it's so nice of you to comment, it's much appreciated
:-) Sue.