Dreary

This cool and misty dreary day
Has taken hold of me.
The foggy moisture seeps within.
The cold makes goosebumps on my skin.
Low hanging clouds turn all things gray
As if a storm might come my way.
And oh, If only it would.
This day is too stagnant to do any good.

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6 responses to “Dreary

  1. It’s the same here, today. I feel sleeeeppyy! I suppose that could be because I went to a big social gathering yesterday and I have what I like to call a “people hangover”. Lol!

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  2. Stagnant to do good? Might surprise you. Blessings Johnny.

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