Category : Poems
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Gray clouds hover over my morning
And may they find mercy.
Outside frosted windows birds sing
Songs of controversy.
My heart sleeps on the other pillow
Unbeknownst to the storm.
Destruction waits outside my window
But she never breaks decorum.
Flowers wither from my stem
As I walk towards the door.
Then I lose control of my limbs
And I cannot fathom peace anymore.
Sometimes rain will come in summertime.
Sometimes rain will follow sunshine.