The sky, dark and gray,
The sun, subdued at last, heads westward in dismay,
Unable to cheer this day with a single ray,
The air, damp and foggy,
The earth, wet and slithery,
So still.
No breeze upsets the trees,
And the always frolicking birds,
Lie in their boughs heavy winged, cold and dull,
Such a beautiful day,
Melancholy and poignant,
Reflects the colors of my erroneous soul,
And thaws my frozen spirit,
Raising it to a haughtiness that knows no limit.
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