<u>Bad weather, Good times</u>


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    Fog encompasses the world,


    A mantle of solitude to rest upon my shouldersThe narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Never has a cloak fit so well.


    A frosty cold, the work of a mad artist upon the chilled earth.


    Gaze in wonder at it the breath deeply,


    Savour the soothing burn of the air on the way down.


    Then exhale, admire the patterns in the mist.


    Drizzle gently upon my cheeks,


    Washing away and cleansing all things born


    Of anger, pain and grief.


    Bad weather, suits me well.