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.
This poem was published by First Time.
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.
This poem was published by First Time.
