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No Sunshine, No Warmth #poetry

The grand orb has abandoned me again.

She does so every year, and takes the warmth with her.

Left dwelling with an empty sky of gray, and a recurring vacant day.

My soul cringes and withers,

as cold tears of what passed, dampen my opaque mind.

I sit and wait, always pray she’s not late.

As time drags and curses.

Dreams of weeds and rabbit-trekked grass,

allow this epoch to pass, though the feeling won’t last.


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