Somber

Somber, slumbering but awake.
A slow, cool waltz of a day.
Time undefined in wonder.

Somber, somewhere close to melancholy
A wandering lilt of a day.
Nothing passed, nothing to save.

Somber, silent conversations.
A hazy glance of distant days.
Fulfilled in lack of want.

Somber, sighing in a sober daze.

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