Waking at six to another bleak morning
outside, I can hear two pigeons calling back and forth
complaining about the cold, I suppose
The grey light coming through my windows
illuminates my white walls
my world appears fuzzy, dream-like
and the birds are quieter now
I can hardly hear them,
as I drift off slowly to sleep
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
Waking at six to another bleak morning
outside, I can hear two pigeons calling back and forth
complaining about the cold, I suppose
The grey light coming through my windows
illuminates my white walls
my world appears fuzzy, dream-like
and the birds are quieter now
I can hardly hear them,
as I drift off slowly to sleep
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