Saturday, February 7, 2009

Februrary 5th

Its thursday, february 5th.
The air is cold.
The weather seems as if it resembles me in a way I barely understand.
Dazed and confused,
The sky looks as if it is filled with warmth
but its staring ahead into an oncoming storm.
The storm will bring rain and and darkness,
But this darkness is more than just an era of black and white,
Its a period of recovering,
For when the storm withers away,
A new day will come,
A day of prosperity and hope.
A day when the horizon will gleam behind the mountains of our blissful valley.
Such a day only comes once in a great while.
That day has not come yet.
But until it does,
I sit under this charcoal sky,

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