Melancholy Skies
The sky now so gray and harmonious,
Thunder roaring softly in the distance,
much like an old drunk in a fit of rage.
The faint flash of lighting burns the air,
As I wander aimlessly the damp streets.
Nature's fury has once now passed,
all that was chaos, calm and tranquil.
A time of such modest perfection,
waiting to be disburse by the sun.
Frozen in peace, confused and alone,
the dark melancholy skies enlighten me.
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