a purpose
Posted on May 17, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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Uneasy overcast skies, grey
and gloomy. Those ugly sins
we commit, dust or detritus
of our everyday lives; even
dirty secrets bestowed upon
each other, are washed away.
Because of the rain, the grass
will grow, flowers will bloom
and umbrellas have a purpose.
05/17/2022 j.g.l.