Day is Great
slowly clouds creep in
Night is coming
darker and blacker
long and unending
no light visible
Day breaks
no sun but lost of clouds
clouds burst
causing torrential down pours
the Sky lightens
Sun begins to seep through
Rays of light reflects in
Puddles of rain
Day becomes good again
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the mind
How it can play head games with us, the cursed that suffer from depression. I find that writing helps though. So write on young poet
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