Green gray this day
warm icy wind
tickles my skin
goose bumps live
under raindrops
solemn moods
soaking cries
illicit friends
burning skies
birds
no more intrude
the sun snoozes
behind gray clouds
as if to never
speak aloud
again to light
rejoice
rebound
night time moon
crescent crown.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Sam Willis from Pexels
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