The Day Poem by Christine K. Trease
The Day
The lavender fog wraps its legs around me. It ties time like a heavy sheet of doom.
The anticipation of the afternoon holds no surprise; I am at home as I have always been,
steeped in the sameness of the day.
A dark paper note inches its way into my mind to remind me that the ending holds no mystery and yet, I await it with the pleasurable expectation of a fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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