Early Winter Time Begging For Answers
the frost cannot wait
the fire place is not ready
the wood are still wet
and the match does not
light yet
an early winter time
how cruel shall early death be
nature sabotaged
our sanity made hostage
something's wrong
something really is going wrong
what is it? can anyone tell me please?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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