Rainy Spring Days

A grey sky awaits 

Away from life 

From sound and light

Producing delight

Solitude

That grows in silence

Words

That rest on empty mileage

They exist

A void, an abyss

To tumble and toss

It’s a trick, thick

With indecision and novelty

Revolving around minds unseen

Words that live 

Alive inside

A head full of white lies

Just Iike a grey sky

Thoughts floating

Like passerby 

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Of forests and flowers and fauna and spring. Of meadows and all the beauty they bring.

Of flora and fauna and flowering delight. Of lovebirds singing through darkest night. In hours of trouble the moon doth shine bright.