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Early on a late spring day

The streets were dressed in a fog,

Thick with mourning, like death thoughts;

Pouring its opaque silver

Into every hope for shimmer

That the sun could muster up.

I saw and I almost smiled

For my heart’s white winter chord

Was for a second struck  

As my feet forced fog apart. 

Reviews

[JackOHagdon]

melancholic, beautiful selection of words. I really enjoyed this!