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The Grandoise


The days move
with the sunrise
all seem bright.

It is dusk
the night enters
darkness encircles.

It is warm one day
with no clouds
perspire with uneasiness.

It is rainy the other day
pours incessant
a sense of restriction

Severe cold sets in
yearn to be in bed
under the blanket.

The days are different
so do the spirits, fluctuate
with distractions.

The years roll swift
events create happiness
list unexpected confrontations.

The child becomes a boy
who turns an adult
then a man.

The world watches
the excitement
and the turbulence.

Grandiloquent in a course
a grandiose that sustains
a grandeur that permeates.