Cold Hues

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Rain lines the ground, shimmering in the light.
The cool of the morning, captures in your lungs.
Grey skies hang overcast.
In bad weather, that is to last.

Gloomy light etches on the eyes,
dimness darkens the rooms.
Whilst the evergreen plants and trees thrive,
we feel cold.

Street lamps turn off,
daylight takes over.
The sun stays hidden behind the clouds,
bees collect the pollen and take it back to their hives.

The morning seeps past,
and will be soon time for the sunset.
Sitting in the garden,
the garden has had it’s best.

Whilst the time is ticking on,
it knows no boundaries.
Even though it is cool now,
enjoy the changing leaves.

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