Little Johnny wants to play

The gloomy grey environs

And the downpours are sirens

For eerie sounds of emptiness

And constant manifestations of restlessness.

 

 

The clingy gust

The confined existence

The floors washed off their dust

The reason to increase social distance.

 

Not sure what I feel about them. The rains.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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