For the Day

The hunchbacked day and its stolid appearance

Looking not in the eye of busy wayfarers 

Searching for the fallen dreams 

Stowing them in a nondescript place of concrete

Difficult to get away from stringy dialogues

Every possible window has a hazy look

Frosted breath and the perennial struggle

Still, there is hope

Without stomping in exasperation

Freedom of life is writ on a soul

Help the day blossom with love and hope

Rise and hold the hand of those dreams

Open the door and walk along

Be away from the skewed paths 


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