Memory Clouds
Muting of mums, yet rainbow’s nigh.
Memory clouds don’t often lie.
Darkened skies of treetops. One drop.
Subdued arcs in photo workshop.
Release of the silver lining.
The truth of matters reclining.
Facts are not new violets in rain.
Kissing splotched photo, without brain.
Virga won’t release history.
Weather remains a mystery.
Slight chance of weeping; willows fade.
Jellyfish don’t reach hunter’s blade.
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