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Hazy Days
Pubblicato 22 dic 2025
Aggiornato 22 dic 2025
Poetry and Songs
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Poetry and Songs
Pubblicato 22 dic 2025
Aggiornato 22 dic 2025
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I went for a walk on a hazy day,
Couldn’t see far, everything was gray,
The sun was nowhere to be found,
Swear I could almost hear hell’s hound.
I felt right at home: it looked like my mind.
Heavy and blurry, but not fully blind.
I darted out, straight into the cold,
Not sure if I was confused or bold.
I guessed my way, rediscovering all,
Wrapped head to toe in a misty shawl.
Lost inside familiar ground,
I started questioning all around.
In the death of autumn, the birth of winter,
A thick fog settles on December.
Filtering the world, draining life,
Too dense to ever cut with a knife.
The veil smothers my soul,
Tames my spirit into control,
But as seasons turn, the mist will drift away,
And maybe my thoughts will… one day.
Bare trees whisper broken tales,
Of greener days and cleaner trails.
The ground is
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