Skies of Grey

Rainy ends flurried from the north wind, the horizon’s soft sunny veneer has disappeared

Viridian planet cries for a slow demise, but for its dark calm and rest, I have wished to sleep

My cosmonautic mind explores the abridged rainbows and golden treasure yonder deep

Skies of grey to no cause today, charcoal skies to keep; cotton clouds I ask, why do you weep?

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