The casters of shadow
that linger in the sky
underestimate the rays
that blast around their periphery.
Somewhere between the clouds,
underneath the desire for rainbows,
lies a lighter shade of gray
that lights a twinkle in the eyes.
One needs to remember
the sun is only concealed,
not vanished forever
like misery would have you think.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
