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TheConcretePoet
Poems
Oct 2019
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When the dawn cries
the blues
the yellows
the reds
the oranges all sleep
Grey has a very demanding day in front of it
each cloud a water color masterpiece of black and white
the palette omits purple intentionally
this day of grey has left me black and blue enough
crisp and cold green leaves are no more
to the brown earth they have fallen
there is a chill in the air
....winter draws near.
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