Fallow 30
The sun shines through clouds
A winter storm on the way
Or so they tell me
Here in the valley
This typically means cold rain
Not blanket of snow
But a man can hope
That on Friday storm lingers
Syncing life with dream
These dreams forgotten
Save seeing Hope and brother
In the same instance
This felt important
So I held that thought all night
While rest slipped away
What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide
This dull hazy pain
Of an absence lingering
Will it burn away?
Like fog at the dawn?
Sifting to context for eep?
Eclipsed at first (next) sight?
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