If the bricks were upright
One would be insignificant
Overshadowed, small
Passing through a cloud
Warmed through by the shroud
Bouncing on the softness
Vibrant colours flashing loud
How grey is today, bitter, miserable
Wrapped in clothes tight
a frightful sort of day
full of fear and might
Or is it just a chill one feels in the bones
Cannot wait to be home
In the warm tonight.
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