It’s a wet and chilly autumn morning here in the Baltic Badlands. Perfect conditions for pining. And remember: whenever one’s heart is broken, life is always a monotone of grey (to risk coining a phrase).
So in the final hours available (24), prithee pour out your bleeding heart and vie for the cup that runneth over with literary kudos.
https://charioteers.org/2012/09/02/the-next-poetry-competition-lost-love/
Boadicea's Chariot 