White glories scattered on the bed
With the sky gloomy to remind me the sadness turmoil
Further along the lake side lies the seemingly unattractive water cress that disrupts the profile of the calm still waters.
Snow frosted windows creates a suspicion of whose there and whose not
And the wind beating on the windows makes triumph seem unreachable and distant.
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"Will I ever be happy" I pondered
Just a poetic scene of dismay answers the question.
[ g.c ]
