Fresh;
This day.
Unusual;
The breeze
Feels sweet,
Allowing
Me to
Breathe,
Deeply.
Dew drops;
Slipping
Away.
Making
Allowance
For the
Softness
Of the Sun
To shine
Upon me;
Carefree.
To be
Wrapped
In Darkness
Mostly,
Tied and
Gagged by
The Storms.
I welcome
The sweetness
Of this change;
Resonating,
Peacefully.
Often a day:
Wretched in
It's ways,
Never giving
Time for
Play.
They come
So frequent,
Evil and
Delinquent,
Finding ways
To break
Me.
So gratefully
I welcome
The solace
I find in
This day so
Different
In its guise.
Watching the
Golden rays,
Shining
Blissfully
Through the
Decadence
Of the skies.
Only I wait,
Hesitate.
Not long now,
Before the sun
Revolves around
This wanting
World.
As I can't
Fight,
The sinful
Darkness,
That captures
Me.
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