(watercolour by Rien Poortvliet)
The rain has come down upon the earth
And turned my home into a dirty pool.
The world is now a sad, smelly place
The grey clouds seem to me so cruel.
I look around and sigh, feeling vaguely sick
The ground is soft, but treacherous and cold,
Is this a plot against me? Who played this dirty trick?
My strength is gone, I must have grown old.
1 comment:
You look so sad!
Why?
Spring is here, at last, and summer is on the way...
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