walking
the rain pelts
face and hands
creased, reaching for lotion
he swears better days ahead
where
is this coming from
soft breeze turning brisk
falling leaves on spring days
worn clothes mended
again.
walking
the rain pelts
face and hands
creased, reaching for lotion
he swears better days ahead
where
is this coming from
soft breeze turning brisk
falling leaves on spring days
worn clothes mended
seasons: a poetic journey 
Good one
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