A Sullen Winter


In the creases of the black velvet,

As it grows cold,

The night spreads the arms,

Never really sure ,

If the rain would come…

Thoughts are a riot,

They storm and pour,

Stepping down the ladders,

Of reason and truth,

Excuses to go on,

Promises of a sunshine…

Tell me not to worry,

In a frosted glass house ,

Tell me I can dream..

For these stubborn grey clouds,

May roar and howl,

Tell me you can charm,

The lil’ glum beads,

To kiss and wash away,

A sullen winter…

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