Friday, December 16, 2016

Weathered Soul

This insidious fog comes my way.
Keep it at bay,
Don’t let it near,
I want it clear.

Now the sun is shining again
Here in my Spain.
My spirit soars
And so does yours.

The weather does sure change my mood.
I can be rude,
I can be sad,
I can be glad…

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