The sky hung low
and a stubborn grey
As if to reflect
the mood of the day
If I wished I could
touch it
Just with a little jump
or a stance tiptoed
But I had enough
on my plate
to bother about
reaching the skies
or dwarfing the clouds
I had horizons
drawn already
deadsure, decided
how to feel
the rest of my days
Would you blame me
for finding
the heavens
emptied of hues
other than blue,
or shades of grey?
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