Daunted
written by: John Pitman Gibson
@Gibsonjohn626
The morning booms
As the fog foams at dawn
The evenings relax
as the sun sleeps in twilight
The thought is lost
Emotion is robust
As cold breezes blow
To wipe my foes
Heavenly shower flows
To dull my glows
The clouds have no door
Whom shall I complain to?
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