I’m pretty busy with my PhD stuff this week (I just successfully submitted my official thesis proposal, woohoo!) and I haven’t done one of these impressionist poem thingies in a while, so here’s the fifth one:
Empty hallways, empty workspace, empty pubs.
Empty wallets, empty hopes, empty gloomy winter days.
A dash of spring, a white glimpse of first snowdrops.
The sun is out, but the people are still in hiding.
P.S.: Remember that you can also buy my Impressions ebook with more such poems and thoughts HERE.
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