What is happiness? You ask me.
How ironic that you ask when the rain falls against the wooden slats of the roof and the grass on the ground is completely sodden, like cold regret.
With weather such as this, I reply,
It's impossible to remember.
Everything goes back to the start...
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wow
this packs quite the punch. a very good and solid write. 'like cold regret'....wonderful choice of words!!!
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nicely done!
I'm with you on this!
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thank you
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