Dark gray skies clouded with white.
A yearning for the sun as day turns to night.
A feeling, a loss, a sense of injustice.
Who does this little thing,
That makes our lives miserable flings?
Last night I was hoping for a kiss.
Nature comes. Rains it brings.
And no more light, no more of anything.
Wow what a miserable poem. Both in sentiment and in writing. I think I need to work on things. It must be the lack of rain. Spring is taunting me!!!
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