Cloudy days
Never seem to
Pass.
Going on,
And on.
Grey skies,
Reflecting in her eyes,
Leaving her Wondering
When it will
Pass.
But the sun,
Seen or not,
Will set.
Freeing stars,
Underneath the gray
Skies.
Close your eyes,
For what seems like a minute.
Open.
The sun will come,
The clouds will pass.
Keep your chin up.
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Peaceful Disaster
PoetryLife is crazy, beautiful, and horrible, all at the same time. Here are some poems to prove it. Updates every week.
