Fallow 6
The sun is rising
Early morning Saturdays
Don't sting like before
A chill in the air
My flannel providing cure
Against shivering
My lamp has gone out
The sparks flew as it resigned
As if a dream scene
Work is underway
These hours passing swiftly
It has been quiet
Light hard to come by
Is this an analogy
For these times at large?
Still the sun rises
I feel hope saturating
Tingling like gold
Might grab some coffee
A Saturday tradition
In these fasting times
I keep missing you
Third time's a charm as they say
How might lines be crossed? π€
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