Day of purples, set and rise
colors rosy, azure skies
then one of grays brings surprise,
misting lakes it falls from high
next a cold one does arise
like many people:
beautiful,
but cold as ice
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Inspiration is both a blessing and a curse.
Mostly poetry, mostly short. Some prose here and there.
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