When the day darkens
to a grey-blue hue
and the night smiles
to see her pale imitation,
come, look for me.
When the clouds conference
in fused hordes,
and I hold up my palms
skywards
for a sprinkling of grace,
come, look for me.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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