Tepid sun strung.
Suspended in somewhat dusky sky.
Insipid in a struggle to fly high.
Weighty in cloudy lonely skies.

Breathe in tainted cold air.
Covered in cheek nipping air.
Skin ruddy and bare.
So much warmer hiding in there.

Sun can't break.
Such problems dawning.
Fog is burning the fingers of morning.
Arrested the process of moving on.

Lifted today.
The miasma of yore.
Atmosphere left damp.
A soggy blanket so thrilled.
It's so ****** sore.

Still squeezing the the life.
From folks whose ears, are caught in it's chill.
The cold pain sliced the world,
As it bathed in ripped out rain.
Yet again!
By ladylivvi1

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