Sunday 27 April 2014

Colours of this time of the year.

The sky is black.

Giant brooding scud buckets of evil intent waiting to drop on our heads and drown our hopes.

The sky is blue.

Large sweeps of angelic blue, offering resurrection and everlasting contentment.

The sky is white.

Great rolls of massing cloud, surfing across the horizon waiting to crash on the shore of blacks and blues

The sky is grey.

It’s a waste.

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