Unsettled wind
blows through my mind
stirring dried leaves
of memories.
Dark clouds hang low.
There's rain in that sky.
I'll make a cup of tea,
pull a blanket around me.
Rain in the morning,
snow by nightfall.
Unsettled days,
restless nights.
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