Dear weather,
you are the cover
of everything to me dear
from the sun to the near
artificial lights,
our world heights.
Dear friend,
thee are the soul,
that follows me like a foul,
you are my weakness
and my fortress.
You are the mist, the fresh breeze
and you sting like a thousand bees.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Dear weather,
you are the cover
of everything to me dear
from the sun to the near
artificial lights,
our world heights.
Dear friend,
thee are the soul,
that follows me like a foul,
you are my weakness
and my fortress.
You are the mist, the fresh breeze
and you sting like a thousand bees.
Disheartening, Pride, Friendship