A Poorly Timed Blustery Day by Ken Voltaire

Jan 2019

Trees whistle solemn tunes,
Clouds roll around in bed together,
And people are scattered sparsely.
The sun has departed,
My heart wavers,
I feel loved?
Ha, hardly.

#mistakes

Written by

Ken Voltaire 22/M/Quebec, Canada

(22/M/Quebec, Canada)

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