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Eyes sagged in droop
when rain tapped the roof, the sun is high up in the sky and covered by clouds loop. My happy mood had parted when from the clouds rain darted, Sun’s arms though breached as they reached and now gray skies departed.
With slowness I walk,
a dimness so gray, the air is a coolness, that lasted all day. Low hung the clouds, the darkness reached down, then sprung back and faded, as the air moved around. Lighter grew the evening, and air warmed the soul, and hung but just a moment, ’til evening turned to coal.
This captured my attention, as I was passing the door to my balcony. The sun shown directly on some dark rain clouds. The result swept my breath away.
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Turn your eyes up to the sky,
the sun shoots you a glint, a light, a warmth, a tender smile, from beams of perfect mint.
A gray that creeps and grows,
now reaches with its clutches, its evil now it plants and sows, and grabs all that it touches. Its messages now blacken, the lightening strikes the soul, a crack, a thunder, morals slacken, the attitudes are coal. But the eagle now takes flight, its wings woosh guiding light, to We The People in the night, who now will stand and fight!
By L. M. Montes