Thursdays are blackish blue in hue
A silent night with a silver shoe
Thursdays are rainy and cold and sometimes lonely
But they're also quiet and content and cozy.
It's curling up with a good book all warm and snug
under the covers, in the orange glow of a bed-side light.
As raindrops patter in a soothing rhythm
against the window panes, this movement
subtly gives way to the soft bliss of fleeting illusions.
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