(s)how

days like this

with crying gray skies

make me wish i was an artist

because then i could show you

how beautiful this day is

how bright people are shining

like paint pallete beacons

how your modern-art soul is

screaming its kindnesses

with smeared and smudged shades

and nature is muted

but my god

this world i live in

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