The Clouds
The Clouds
fill the sky with
a gray outline
shedding the tears
of rain on a
stainglass window
fog creeps from
the ground making
it hard to see
the real beauty
of nature
the sun rises again
to brighten the window
to let light in
leaving small sections
still hazed with confusion
and closed mindedness
giving the illusion of
scattered love
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