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Gloom Gone

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Morning cold

I am bold

brave

the Sun less freeze

under a tree

with

a few roses

about to shrivel

green ones

visible to eyes

and sending

aroma

to nostrils

a swan

flips

the wings

in a scare

of more cold

not bold

or brave

like me

it fears

death

but then

sunshine

filters

in

from the grove

of tall pines

we all smile

a warm day

is on

all of the gloom

is gone!

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Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.

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