there’s a melancholy that descends
when the weather changes like this
or perhaps it’s simply who I am now
i’m descending into grey
the days slide by
one blurring into the other
and I see myself in the hallway mirror
racing from one thing to the next
but the light is fading outside
the light is fading inside
Some impromptu poetry.
Sorry, it’s a bit depressing. The change in seasons has me thinking about moods and weather
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Wow this is really good! Beautiful contrast. Or non-contrast. Amazing!
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Ah, you are too kind Ben.
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The right kind of kind, I think. You write in a way that amazes me.
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🙂
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Very poignant. Sometimes it’s good to write something melancholy methinks. I liked this a lot.
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