Tumultuous Thursday

Seeing the sun

Standing inside

I’ll be glad when

this is over

The air is stuffy

No wind on my face

No smell of sweet clovers

Soon the day will come

And we can

All be back outside

But for now

I dream of

Seeing the sun shine

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