#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When the sky is grey, it's going to rain,
When the sky is bright, everything's going to be alright,

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I like the sky dark. greyed. almost black. cuz the clouds are good enough armor for each star that is usually stuck exactly where it's at.

a cover. to cover is to be warm, to rest.
love covers a multitude of sin and the cloud cover star debt.
each shadow cast across the sky brings substance to art. I really do hope there is art and invention In heaven.
cuz if not.
I'll be getting the fuck outta there with the quickness.

I guess that's what life is about. including after life , heaven , and hell.

3letters in English.
ART.

ALL REBIRTHED TO ABSOLUTE REMINISCENCE AND TIME.
HELL, IDK.
I'm just writing free style.
as usuL
actually, they call it automatic writing.
sometimes it's nonsense. sometimes I it's ancient secrets.
and man, I'm addicted to their tune.
they've paused for a moment.
and Ill be waiting and when... I'll pick up my pencil and write like it's the first time. along the first facets of discovery.
I guess that's how it stays pure
who knows.

grey rain. blue rain . rain in the sun.
used to be allergic to the color gray because of pollution and dinjy dings of noise pollution littered to the hidden crevices of my being...

but now.
but now gray is being.
© chorus chrubble