14+ Poetic impromptu.
When I seem morning the sweet gentle sun
I feel invigorating lovely nice strong fun.
I don't want to go slowly, I want to run...
and shoot with eyes, but don't shoot with a gun.
I wish that happiness does not end soon.
I understand that the sun is a boon.
But how, where and with whomever met
a beautiful romantic lingering sunset,
I fall inexplicably into a dull sadness
that turns into sarcastic badness.
And why am I so restless when ... the moon?
Dull Evening, Gloomy Thursday; July 20th, 2023. 21:21
And why am I so restless
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