The Spring of Early July

the morning’s cold
afternoon’s dark.

the clouds are grey
the thunder sparks.

his eyes are fallen deep inside his head,
his shoulder droops, reveals a tired back.

with the umbrella, he covers his eyes –
lets his vision grow black.

the winds seem to read his mind – she’s just like him:
uneven, pitchy & stark.

Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve 😇😇.

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