I am in a low mood.
It is that time of year. Fast approaching another birthday. Another mark of fading.
And there is another reason, which is not for explaining here.
This poem is the favorite of all my performance poems. It was written one March a number of years ago when in I was in a similar place. It was only ever intended to be read aloud, so I have just loaded the audio.
It is that time of year.
And it is that kind of day.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photograph by Little Cat Eye