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Gray Shawl

  • blinkblinky
  • Nov 23
  • 1 min read
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Come the Day

yet Light only yawns

upon The Dawn

and with audible Sigh

Begins to Cry

Pulling across blanket Stray

Threatening the Sky

Bringing rustling Storms

Lo, the angry Gods

As Tears fall from Heaven

Draping all in Gray

Mother wearing A Shawl

Her Finest


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23.11.25

 
 
 

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