The Dull Days

The Dull Days

God bless the dull days

The grey ones, where nothing ever happen

Except the wind in your window

Glory to the lazy days

The empty ones surround by only

The voices (always present) in your head

All hail the sorrow days

Bathed in tears and rain drops

Lighted by the sparkle from within

That, resolute, continues to shine

For them is my emptiness

And excitement in the good days

By knowing the arid and passing the desert

I can enjoy even the littlest of the flowers

For I am the life in me

And it shall bring the life in you

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