Oyster colored clouds.
You immovable flaccid fish
that obscures my indigo sky.
You refuse to relinquish space!
All pervasive,
your canopy strangles even the most
minutest light.
But soon, even you, will be exhausted
in night that folds in,
black and deep.
I like the poem.
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Thanks Lauren:)
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