O slouching sky, bruised black-and-blue,
stirred and stained with doubt,
you hold back a mystery this anxious morn.
Let the dewdrop impregnate
those brooding black clouds.
O sky, cry your heart out!
Wish a sunbeam weaves through
your thick fog filled quilt,
to unfurl back a gleaming silhouette…
O sky, I admit defeat!
Your reflections blend into my moods
and my mind is but a dark sky shadow.~scribbled on one of those gloomy mornings...
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