The grayed out clouds' gloom even while the evening sun shines. The jaundiced shade to the day, while one expects (and prefers) orange.
Just a drip of raindrops enough for the earth to emanate the sweetest scent.
I wonder why we just can't sit together, share and stare..
Why the blood letting and angst, when even sin can be confronted by a stern but happy will!
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