Saturday, 28 February 2009
Happy Bad Poetry

Once furled, today we awake
The dark days take a turn into Spring
Here comes the sun, sparkling in the lake
Unfolding our hearts and make us sing

People walking, talking, running around
Dogs bark and chase imaginary game
The ice cracks, snow makes way for ground
The melted water overflows the drain

In between I am running and burning fat
With Mr. Lazy lurking me back to bed
Saying hello to each one, but feeling sad
I'm contemplating this bad poetry in my head
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