Dark
Watch skies go dark, bright.
Clouds sculpting the atmosphere
My heart changes so.
Clouds sculpting the atmosphere
My heart changes so.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Friday, May 28, 2010
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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4 comments:
Wash laundry at night
Fold in the troposphere
Laundry never ends.
Clouds are under-appreciated, still, I think.
That isn't pathetic, Zhoen. I think it's good!
I really like this.
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