leaden sky,
neither rain nor snow,
but something in-between.
mud.
shouldn't spring feel like hope?
Awe,
when it comes,
is bridegroom to light.
there is none of that
on the horizon.
#poetry
neither rain nor snow,
but something in-between.
mud.
shouldn't spring feel like hope?
Awe,
when it comes,
is bridegroom to light.
there is none of that
on the horizon.
#poetry
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