Saturday, 28 March 2015


The sky is too bright for me today
So give me mist, storms, darkness,
To keep the blinding light at bay.

Give me the surging winds that howl,
The dancing fiends that twist and warp,
And crash on through the lazy boughs -
Oh, sunny days; My last resort.

Towards the tempest am I inclined,
With all the skies that rage and roar.
This sunny madness clouds my mind,
So let me watch my raindrops pour.

~ C. Spies

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