Pic by dayswillpass
Weather Girl
I go grey with the rain
and white with the sun
I'm a weather girl
weathered by night's begun
I go dull with the morn strike
and bright with the turn
I'm equated by changes over
sunset's burn
I'm an evening haunter
a stalker of the dark
I fumble with my drawings
under blurs of the heart
I'm a changeless statue
under influence of the torch
I rock with force of weather
no gun, will, or horse.
AEM Nov 2010
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