Nonsense #41

Even though the sky was blue,
Clouds drifted by without chance
Of rain, birds chirped prettily
On bare branches, even though
It was warm. I’d never felt
More cold, nor more alone.
I’m sick of it, I need something
Old to reignite…it needs
To come back.

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