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Gray Sky
Micah Harry
To others she is an image of sorrow.
Happiness has been claimed to dissolve in her presence.
Fault is placed upon her when hope collapses into doubt.
Liveliness is thought to disappear into the depths of her throat before pouring from her bowels in a deluge of gloominess.
She is viewed as an unwelcome visitor who is wished to depart quickly.
The belief is held that no beauty could come of her.
It is assumed she will never possess any value in the slightest.
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Meanwhile,
I stand in opposition. |
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To me she is a high, omnipotent
vision of calmed wonder.
Rather than erode my delight, she softly enhances it.
Through her cool tranquility, my ambition is reasserted.
An unnoticed vivacity flows from within her that eases me to the farthest
reaches of the kingdom where my soul freely dwells.
I wholly greet her whenever she arrives, but sadden when she has to leave.
No matter where she appears, her radiance traps me in the deepest
admiration.
Mindful of her immense virtue, I treasure her to my own end.
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by Micah
micahmonte@triad.rr.com
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