This morning is
Exceptionally plain.
Leaning towards the average,
Add a little gray tint.
Sunshine behind a shade,
Time feels a little late.
the world seems to go
Half a beat slower than before.
The crow flies as the road goes,
Joining the traffic as a whole.
Green field with its new cloak,
Handled by the storm hours ago.
Probably that's why the little chill,
And everything slowing but not a great deal.
The sunshine hides behind,
What seems like a coat
Or a blanket well disguised.
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