my memory is like those faded blue jeans
hanging from the hamper
washed a million times over
making me a happy camper
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sometimes, it's like a rainbow
shining after a day of rain
when the sun comes up
and the clouds leave in shame
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but mostly it's like the fog that arrives
on a cold autumn's day
enveloping everything in its arms
sheltering everywhere in grey
YOU ARE READING
transient
شِعر13 yrs old [volume iii.] cover by @soundthealarm random: #993 [november 7, 2014] poetry: #706 [january 13, 2015] copyright © all rights reserved
