I’ll be fine
The wintry buds in my
garden
Bid goodbye to
the chilly morn
and slow farewell to
the repressive season;
this cold keeps
a thug
attitude on my shoulder,
papers on the table
fritter and partake of
the surrounding chillness,
my quill is yet
steady
in its recordation,
a bohemian tempo,
Summer’s big
bonanza
the golden
rays peep in,
warm up my
room
I’ll be fine soon.
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