you sit by the windowslide
when it rains outside
the coffee is now hot
n the fingertips numb to knots
the leaves are damp n green
n there's a chill within
you stare the days behind
n you wish you could rewind
you smile to yourself n think
m standing on yet another brink
n you sigh until this sinks
the life would move on and the chill would subside
when you see the blue sky n the sun shining bright
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Simple and beautiful! I could really relate! :)
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