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philostory

cloudy

a cloud hangs over the dawn

and spirits dampen

but not mine.

my spirit soars

like the birds unseen behind the mist.

and my mouth upturns

like the moon that can't be found.

but tomorrow

the sky will be clear.

and spirits will rise.

but mine will be held

in suspension.

waiting for the next cloudy day.