my skies drip grey
like dirty snow
piled against the corners
of the streets
no matter
the sunshine
of her smile
I return to the haze
her arms bring safety
from the world
but where is the safety
from my mind
azure skies
have left me
and all I know
is frostbitten grey
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
