1
The sun slips
In and out
At intervals
Too capricious
To conclude
I thrust my fingers
Into her golden veil
Just as it disseminates
Into a fretful ruse
2
My lips are a canoe
Aimlessly meandering
Through pools of gloom
I paint my face silver
And flit through the night
An uncompanionable visitor
3
My vitality depends
Upon her yellow light
Which hides oft behind
A silentious drizzle
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Looking at the grey sky I can’t help but miss sunshine
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