Dark, brooding clouds mock my mood
While I fight my inner black
they replenish the world
Perhaps if I
step out from under the eaves
look up into their steel-grey banks
their cleansing rain will wash the soot from my soul
—
The Drear
14 May 2015 by KRAG
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Hooray for Seattle Drear. The word-clouds rain writing.
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Been there. Yesterday, in fact.
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