Sunlit Gloom

The blue skies are grey,
the warm sun beams thunderclaps,
and the dust sparkling the air
is dark and freezing rain.

She hasn't smiled for a week.

image: po

Dylan Harris
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it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
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