Peek-A-Boo
A shy sun
plays peek-a-boo
with clouds,
its face obscured
behind banks of mist.
Inked in shades
of grey,
clouds gather
like stray
sheep, forced to
forever
graze on barren skies,
while their melancholy
tears
morph into raindrops.
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