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It's Heart Is Not In It
I remember
waking up at this hour
in winter's long, shadowed still
morning was as each night before
bathed in a cold dark mystery
that clung to each early biting hour
never seeming to end
how I wished for clear bright daylight
to soften each winter's morn
here we are at the break of dawn
cloudy morning light greets us
yet its heart isn't in it
as there's no sunshine to be found...
#climatechange
© PoetReBlossoms
17.06.2024
waking up at this hour
in winter's long, shadowed still
morning was as each night before
bathed in a cold dark mystery
that clung to each early biting hour
never seeming to end
how I wished for clear bright daylight
to soften each winter's morn
here we are at the break of dawn
cloudy morning light greets us
yet its heart isn't in it
as there's no sunshine to be found...
#climatechange
© PoetReBlossoms
17.06.2024
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