I was sitting at wharf
watching clouds pass
pulling wide curtains
depriving me of beauty
of sparkling water waves
I turn to flags waving
away from sea, almost
parallel to my eyesight
it' been like this for
sometimes, not letting up
it should be snowing or
icing but pouring rain
grass come to believing
it's spring start to pop
out of their shell and be
dried by incoming winter
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Very amazing that weather is dried up by upcoming winter. Interestingly drafted and shared.10