Gathering Clouds

We could be

sheltered

from crumpling

horizons,

but atmospheres

are tempered

and all the weathers

culminating.

 

I don't want to stay

and await the flood:

there is already

in your face

a rain that will not

soon be dried.

🌷(2)

◄ Hitting the Wrong Note

Pumpkinhead ►

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