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colors.
September 7, 2021
Sunshine.
Midnight.
And grey,
so much grey.
Billows and billows
of great big fog;
clouds and clouds
of odorous smoke.
Up and down,
Peaks and cliffs,
Falling
and falling
and
f
a
l
l
i
n
g.
Glimpses of hope,
slivers of happiness,
questions of freedom
and clouds.
Covering and hiding
what was there before,
leaving you to try
to survive.
Rain and flowers,
dull and vibrant.
Tossing and turning,
flipping and flopping.
Black and white
nothing can be
but me.
© April D., Richmond, Virginia
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Written in a contemplative mood during a rainstorm.