The Pessimist's Sky
Purple sky
Bruised by what was never nearby
Stained
White blotches, covering
Most of the veins
Yellow veins, they were
Pulsing
as well as attracting
nobody
regardless, of the effort
Well, in the least
That’s what she took from it
I saw, a
Purple sky
Nearly pink
Yes, it was raining
The water
felt like the first fresh breath of spring
If you searched
Strenuous enough
Was a rainbow
Painting the soft patters
of the rain’s heart beat
poem by Lexy Sogl
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