Sunday, November 11, 2018

Like always

Routines

When I awaken
I don't want to write
Who would want to read it?
I don't have anything
To say
Then there is blue sky
Snow left
On the bushes
The lady in red
She feeds the ducks
Like always
Who am I
Not to write?
She feeds the ducks
Like always
We both have our
Routines
So I write
Like always.

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