Futility
The clouds approach breaking into sobs
And washing away the sun’s eye
Watching the world with subtle sunshine
Glancing off of faces
And onto the sidewalk
Soon to be drenched in the fear
The sadness of nature
Crying out to my world
Telling us
That time is of little importance
If death is all it will receive
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