Staring out the window Drizzling, gloomy fog sets in Too many hours of gray today Too much time in thought On clearer days, I see the possible On these days, I feel emptiness   Before being sucked into the darkness Your face appears in the back of my mind Thoughts of springtime The bursting purple of irises The glowing promise of buttercups and daffodils  The shining warmth of

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