the sun came through the window

the sun came through the window,

a thing you rather relished;

you smiled in the warmth of it,

quite simply, unembellished

 

but now the sun is slow and gray,

the summer killed by frost;

and why you ever smiled here

is far and long since

lost

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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