Day 3 – Tired of ‘blank’

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Tired of Cloudy Days

I’ve grown weary of tenebrous skies
Of days shrouded in clouds
I fear the fickle sun has abandoned me
For a place with a clear blue canvas on
Which to paint its brilliance
So I must learn to abide the shades of gray
That hang above like cobwebs
To find the love notes written there from
Cloudy skywriters to anyone who dares to look up