One Tuesday

Cloudy, in softness like cotton balls,
mesmerizing in a feeling rare.
While a breezy morning dispatched,
before midnoon's raging flare.
Along the swift of feelings,
so the imagination swept.
In the middle of the damned,
daydreams kept on and crept.

The air that tickles,
Oh April's shiny blossom.
It is but one a Tuesday,
cheerful as it may, in gloom.
But yet all has to pass,
when the white conquer in.
In the hope of that smile,
amid the tears, adorn me within.