Monday, June 29, 2020

181 of 366: Night looming in

The night looms near and the wolves howl
As if a storm is breaching near the town
For we do not know what will happen next
Were all simply following the bump of chest
So let us wish for tomorrow to be nicer
As yesterday have been a disaster
May the gods of luck smile upon us
And may pain and suffering be a thing of the past

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