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chillipepper Nov 5
For the blackest black are my days
grey clouds forever looms and winds continues to knock through the windows
and for the days I feel joy
a sunlight peaks through the dark, ominous clouds
but it was fleeting and the storm cloud remains unmoving
fog continues to surrounds the house
surreal it was
the hazel is forever in trance of the freedom from afar

— The End —