Coming to the top
I relish and revel
not what I write
but what I see.
A day of rain and sun
cloudy and bright
alternating each other
keep dodging,
the black clouds disappear.
the blue ones come out
the sun peers from within
as if in a vigil,
all in a quick they go behind
there arises a drizzle
which fall light like flowers
kissing the earth,
a lovely scenario I perceive
one of colour and shadow
a panorama light yellow and grey
that holds me in a sway.
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