Winterscore ©
Friday, August 27, 2021
In this melancholy
In this melancholy
Its thin clouds filtering
Reality trumps Hope
And begins pilfering
Both weight and weightlessness
A sinking not a fall
The simple words grasping
The most meaning of all
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