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The Sky is Sad today
Its Clouds Weep bitter joyless Tears
While Winter Winds arouse the foam-topped Waves
Would that they Wash away my burgeoning Fears.
Photo by Simon Matzinger on Pexels.com
The Sky is Sad today
Its Clouds Weep bitter joyless Tears
While Winter Winds arouse the foam-topped Waves
Would that they Wash away my burgeoning Fears.
Your poem touches deep Roland. Those clouds are ominous indeed but I can spot the light
between them. May this go for the fears too.
miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. I’m not a depressive. Just a passing mood!
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