Peek-A'-Boo
White clouds slowly turning dark as if flavored coffee dribbled
from above.
Winds of the unknown blew fiercely thru almost bare trees.
Crackling noise of an angry cloud Is heard in the distant
sky.
Is hope destroyed?
An unbelievable pause in despair.
The sun comes out for the briefest moment in time.
It says "I am still here, behind the clouds."
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