It is a dreary, drab
& cold winter´s day,
All is dark, black,
brown, dull murky grey,
Icy rain, dripping,
falling & slowly seeping,
No light, no sunshine,
not even peeping,
Droplets running down
sills & drab panes,
Drip-drop, plip-plop,
tears in waiting drains,
Nature´s raindrops
turned now to dirty juice,
Swallowed by the pavement´s
hardened sluice,
Old weeping kerbs,
of dirty, slippery city slime,
All now sick-slicked
in wet cold & dismal grime,
And within my murky
meander, I dare to dream,
Of bright sunny days,
palm trees & gurgling streams.
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