New morning


Who does not think about things when you are a writer?
Then I think what those things are and try to define some things.

Some things are not catchable.
It is snowing
here this morning and the darkness
is just lifting to outline each
flake.
Weather is fascinating. Whether it is
thunder and lighting,

Wind and the gale of the sea.

Thoughts of sorrow, pain and joy
coincide with the laughter
that pierces one way
or another.
Weather is fascinating. A one-time fling
worth wandering.

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