Day 1064, drain. Day's pictures, Poetry A compressed mood. A smile, it goes well, meanwhile drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip It’s there but not, I will feel fine I am fine, the burden drains. Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related