When we kissed, the sky turned grey.
And I knew it would spoil our day.
From grey to an ominous black
things were now truly out of whack.
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Augments raucous like jackdaws. You are very right. You have wonderfully penned this poem. This is an excellent sharing.10
Lots of bricabrac intensity. I have to read this in another state to better understand. Very cognizant and detached for ruminating on a kiss- very in control of one's opinion.