the dark, winter sky
creates this magical blue hue
that drapes over the earth
light rain falls
onto my glasses
obscuring my vision—
but only for a second
the cold chill
runs through my chunky cardigan
and to my bones
and my red nose
the sound of buses
keeps me company
on mornings like this
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
