SUMMER MORNINGS AND SUMMER NIGHTS
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It was a cold and bleak morning,
The once green pasture
had the appearance of a barren wasteland.
The long and lonely walk
Did not provide any solace at all.
It was only the start of the day,
and things had already rolled downhill.
The sky
was grey and dismal.
A façade
shall be put on
To carry on
My duties for the rest of the day.
had the appearance of a barren wasteland.
The long and lonely walk
Did not provide any solace at all.
It was only the start of the day,
and things had already rolled downhill.
The sky
was grey and dismal.
A façade
shall be put on
To carry on
My duties for the rest of the day.
It was a cool and quiet night,
Have become the past.
All that was once filled with excitement,
has quietly retreated into the darkness.
Laying on an uncomfortable rickety cot
Had never been so comforting before.
I close my eyes
And my mind races with a myriad of thoughts.
But to my surprise
My sadness that opened the day
had been Replaced
with the solace I had been yearning for.
I breath a sigh of relief
as I drift off
to sleep.
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