Her Voice

January 22, 2009
Skies streaked with cumulous bits of gray.
Sun peaks out, goldens around each part of the many clouds.
visible for miles,
Screams of daylight; time stands still
Thought, moment of silence
waterfall from a distance
brush of tree
brush of hand
deception, betrayal
let go, as you will
if you mush, as you should
paint the sky a brighter color.

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