no stone unturned

It’s cold outside,

not as bitter as the coffee

the warmth helps.

I hear the birds in the boughs,

the sounds of the city;

slight breeze rustling the leaves.

The sky, overcast grey;

sun setting quickly

as if to acknowledge that

tomorrow has arrived on the other side of the world.

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