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The sky was deep in a sour mood,
It's noon and it countinued to brood.
Yet, I found this day lovely,
Certainly an odd thing to say.
As I sit here facing the sun setting,
I caught myself musing.
Even the sky's weeping stopped,
When her last tears dropped.
Same goes to everyone.
May 2, 2020
3:46PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
