Cold Morning; Cool Beginnings
Freezing light peeks through the blinds,
promising another day with a voice of wind
Weary rain taps on the cringing roof,
in a half-hearted drumbeat of misery
You groan, reluctantly give into the day,
and grumpily leave the warmth of the blankets
The unwanted shock as bare feet meet ice-cold linoleum
If you weren't awake before, you are now!
You open the blinds you hide behind,
and behold a dispirited world;
cold morning; cool beginnings
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