It has always been a bleak day
for which the sky, overcast with dark clouds
meandering along with every amble steps I made
but I succeeded in outwitting the ill-natured adversary

The clouds started spitting out their pearls of water
and a raptured joy burst forth from me
I want to sing, I want to cry
for I was unshackled from any trammels I was enmeshed into
©Winnie, Musings

Eunoia prompts January 2020

Prompt # 2: I want to sing, I want to cry

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