Dark Poems;
yesterday’s poetry group topic.
Melancholy lingers.



No sun.
Melancholy drizzle seeps
from grey shroud overhead.
The day sighs.

Without the Sun

Without the sun
blossom loses lustre,
without the sun
songbirds sound less trill,
without the sun
the world seems melancholy,
a spring day without sun
is touched with winter’s chill.

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