Constant, leaden skies
press down on saddened landscapes;
when will the storm come?
by Scooj
Constant, leaden skies
press down on saddened landscapes;
when will the storm come?
by Scooj
A fleeting moment
of blue interrupts standard
British Summer grey.
by Scooj
My mind’s eye wanders
from mortal bondage and pain
to heavenly bliss.
by Scooj
Reflected skyscapes,
distortions of waking dreams,
muddled horizons.
by Scooj
When cloud forms collide
and light reflects in grey shades;
heavenly mayhem.
by Scooj
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