Cloudy Days

On cloudy days

I live longer

The sun is not my brother

I run always i can

of their penetrating rays

Sharp knives ripping the meat

Lacerating the mind

I can’t think

or write

A

            go

ny

and

             co

ld

sw  e  at

in drops

Run down my spine

and my face

in tears

Hot

I evaporate

and

condense

fluid

like water

 

 

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