GREY SKY, I SAY
I see the
Sky
It wears
A dull
Grey
Mantle...
With every
Passing
Minute
It will
Come undone
I know
And in so
Doing,
Hide
The sun.
It won't
Let it.shine
Nor glow
The sun
It will
Cover...
Oh sky
Clad in
Grey
I beg you
Your
Mantle
Change.
Wear blue
Robes
With gold
Streaks
And let
Those who
Look
Upon you
Enjoy
A summer
Feast!
I'd like nothing
More
Than
This!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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