5 words August

 Dystopia ice grey sleep renew


Dystopian summer


How icey it was

Cold and dry

with a sting-

the grey skies

hovering over any 

hope of renewal  

nor any respite for disillusion 

Sleep was missing from the eyes! 

Dystopian summer 

followed the silent spring! 


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