ON PAUSE FOR SPRING





Gloom is sitting on my window sill
desolation covers the shelves like dust
books are waiting to be read
paint brushes dry
welting flowers
emptiness

Spring is so far away 
the wind chimes sing incessantly 
Weeping gray skies 
barren trees
Can't bear this melancholy 
abyss



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