the sky has long fascinated me
my fondest memory
of those i hold close is painted golden.
the moments when i looked within,
in gray.
i'm happiest in the summer.
peaceful when a thunder breaks the gloom.
this is how i've always been.
i obeyed the sun, but i loved the rain.
written September 9th, 2013, probably
written September 9th, 2013, probably
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