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Dark grey
I thought this day
Might have nothing to say
I thought I would spend
My time in the mire
Until I looked behind me
The sky on fire,
Broad strokes
of the painters brush
Crimson, dark amber, deep ochre
Midnight blue
smoke.
Even at the misty top
Where there's no spectacle
There is a rose tint
To the opaque air
My descent a smile
of gold and green

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