Pink Clouds ~ Poem

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Staring out at the pink clouds 

Of sunset drooping 

Heavy in the far west 

Telling myself I will not 

Think or lust after loss 

But it insists upon itself 

In the twin chair beside mine 

Unoccupied and forlorn 

And the size 9 dents 

Where the grass is not want 

To grow anymore 

There is a cup of iced tea 

And a empty ring parallel 

Flies land on it in mockery 

Dancing around the circle 

Pulsing throbbing 

With the beats of my heart 

The breeze comes off the clouds 

And blows grit into my eyes 

Coaxing tears 

Cruel sky 

What business it is of nature 

To remind me of what isn't anymore 

Pink clouds will die to night 

And darkness covers all the sins 

Of day and light 

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