Taking Stock The sun shone,
Yesterday,
The sky cold,
And blue,
The first day,
Of New Year,
I watched the day,
Pass slowly
From within,
And quietly,
Took stock,
Of what was,
And what is,
The sun left,
Today,
Skies misty,
And grey,
The fog dense,
And dreamlike,
Refusing entry,
Of the sun,
I feel comforted,
By the mist,
And hidden,
From the world,
Outside,
I take stock,
Of what I am,
And who.
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