Oregon's Lovely Gloom
The sky howls at meunleashing a torrent of pain
spinning me til i cant see
i'm happily insane
It's tears pound on my back
gouging divots in my skin
i wander so long i lose track
letting nature wrangle me in
Linking myself to all i love:
the thin wind that ravages
the ashen clouds that loom above
the raindrops cast as savages
The gloom is entrancing
impossible to resist
i find myself dancing
nothing tops this.
By: Liz Prosser
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