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as it happened
it was one of those mornings where the sky
was a nice deep navy blue
and the clouds were gray and fluffy and seemed fake
like they were bits of cotton
dyed with smoke
and hung in the air with glue
my destination was darkness
toward the night still in progress
while the light rose behind me
taunting me with its glare
telling me to turn back now
and sending whifts of the aroma of fear
up my nose as warning
that the path that lie ahead
was riddled with holes
and that orange
was the color of danger
16 March 2018
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I love this, what a beautiful picture you paint with your words x
Thank you. Sometimes the morning commute is very inspiring.
I love the way you describe the clouds. The imagery is so vivid. I enjoyed this poem so much. Thank you @sumayyahsaidso.
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