Oct 2013
Stone cold, the blackening sky, stole our field of flowers,
soon seeds of dandelions washed away
in watercolor charcoal skies
gone grey.
Tomorrow
all the brightest colors
a mourning
away.
soon seeds of dandelions washed away
in watercolor charcoal skies
gone grey.
Tomorrow
all the brightest colors
a mourning
away.
(F/Tucson, AZ)
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