I don't want to move today
I can't make myself want to
So much stress and pain has left me
Weak and somber in my mood
Though I hear the magpies singing
Though I hear the lorikeets
The pigeons softly cooing: calling
I don't want to leave my soft warm bed
The rain has washed away the smog
Hanging eerily above the city streets
Yesterday was just another day dear
But for me it was too sad: bitter sweet
I wrote this on the 16th of March 2014
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