Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Moods







The clouds lie low and heavy,
pushing down on the valley,
pushing out its life and colour,
reducing lush greens to sullen greys,
stealing sight, muting sound, enveloping,
embracing, thickly cladding your being
with the weight of your lies and deceit,
forcing out the truth with your last dying breaths.


5 comments:

  1. Charlee: "This sounds kind of like the weather here in California lately."
    Chaplin: "Well except maybe for the lies and deceit and stuff."
    Charlee: "That's mostly happening in Hollywood I think."

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  2. Deceit will eventually come out in the end... Excellently written...

    peace and love
    1ManView

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  3. May the truth be brought out into the light clouds or no clouds! Shunning as always Shadow!

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