Damp, Dull, Dreary Day
In the midst of this sunny week a day that is long forlorn, on its own leaping gradually, with all dislikes, hate and comment, unwelcome like an unknown guest, sheepishly thinking to restore faith; in the minds of many who hath been romancing in the gaze of yellow hues, smiling with the fragrance of blues; who wants dull, dreary and windy time, joys stay with daisies and sunshine; windmill, leaves n the boughs, yearn for that vow; why did you deceive! Oh! forgetful sun!! unworthy friendship!! please shun!!