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  • Suffering the Lid


    Awoke today

    beneath the lid

    of grey because
    the sun had hid

    Budding blossoms
    blowsy sway
    vanished tatters
    of winter's grey

    Songs beneath
    my kitchen window
    fail to reach
    a heart so low

    Iron clouds
    lock down tight
    I'll be relieved
    to sleep tonight


    ~V.G. Kemerer
    This article was originally published in blog: Suffering the Lid started by Foxee
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