Day 85: Gray Waves on Sunday
- ZJC
- Jan 13, 2020
- 1 min read
Stuck in quicksand oxygen
Sunlight streams in through wax-coated blinds
Filling a half cup of water to the brim
Overflowing through the tiles made of hands
Trying to capture every little drop
Leaving slivers of ourselves
In the diffusing moods made of melancholy sweet tea
That fall and seep into the sky to precipitate
Finding a way back in the storms
Where some clouds are darker than others
Pouring over the land made of the souls we will never meet
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
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