segunda-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2026

Soggy flux

 The sun went on
the smell of the land
Grace me grace me
the sun went off and bless it's exit today

But that was a month ago
And the shine is just memory
i couldn't conjure it through cloud
So surrender to the dreary as...

Rain clouds replaced it
descending like city sized ghosts
Threading those curtains of rain
Tenderly climbing and walking down

caressing the million canopies
Hills and ranges captured by thick drizzle
look at this damp town surface
weeks of humidity

The surrounding forest insists
calling in the wet weather
No consensus no resistance
Just soggy soggy flux

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