Missing Window
Gloom descends upon my head,
Think it will never end.
Paint brush comes out,
Primary colors flit about.
Across the canvass in wide swathes.
Inked in buildings,
Some don't last.
Of towering structures covered in paint,
Green shadowed yards are so faint.
Clouds slashed across the sky.
Until the gloom is buried,
Behind the missing windows eye!
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