Its raining outside
wet and cold
with a gloomy look.
The clouds are all foggy
misty scent of wetness in the air.
writing this poem
sitting next to my window
coldness and dampness
branches and stems
naked and bare
staying focus
but my mind isn't really there
there is only this gloomy day
I wish to share
does anyone even care?
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