A restless sleep,
followed by a lethargic
weary morning

This country is full
of memorable faces,
but fewer asses

The sun emerges
only to dash behind rain,
and greyness returns

He finally feels
the language of eye contact
and nodding the head

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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