#1711-Puzzled
07/04/2022
A gentle rain,
Slowly melts
The last remnants,
Of April’s early snow.
Thoughts feel grey,
Mirroring a stormy sky,
Devoid of a bird’s flight.
A rare, gift-wrapped day,
When it’s hard to know,
What to do,
Even with oneself, alone.
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