Made with Ai on Canva For the clouds have started to turnTheir paths on to my mornThat had begun to be warmSunny and on the bright sideLook what now gathersClouds dark, not a silver lineSo dreary, such a blight. The wind has picked up the moodChasing the wildflowers awayBringing the dust from fears pastLooking ready …
The Misfit's Diary 