A day can kill you.  We know that.
Some in the summer are too hot,
While some in winter slay with cold.
This one's neither:  dreary, cloudy.
Windless, it is somewhat warm,
And dry, despite its threat of rain.
Unlike its fierce and lethal brethren,
This day will endanger no one,
Being, itself, dead.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-25 at 19:29

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