Melancholy Monday
munches up my time
sitting staring at the sunshine
golden on green leaves
Thinking of words
and times
and rhymes
no reason
yet reasonable
to meander, to dream, to ponder.
Grief threatens to unleash itself upon the ground
too soaked to absorb
wondering
pondering
wandering in my mind
to timepast.
Yet one word remains
Love.
Deborah D Fleet
Beyond Immovable 
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