Drizzle

shots of thoughts

Getting lost in the clouds… that floats in places.. where limitless impediments gaze upon you… the cool breeze blowing through the soul…not a speck of blue… the infinite garden of clouds you get lost in…. never seemed more whiter…the soothing cold and the calming damp…what you feel is a relief but a hoax in your industry is what the reality is…the drizzle of rain smearing your day with one too many dozes….pitter patter so it goes on…. and you look out the window…. the never ending horizon is an abstract art….soft clouds brushing with the sound of a rumble in a portrait of stillness…green mountains seem to like the serene clothing of cold and moist fog….the tranquility is never enough though…. a rainy day…. quite a poet’s day or an indolent’s….but for a lad wanting to turn the wheels on…it is a spiritually fruitful day…all the while being slothfully gay

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