Clouds

Dark clouds that constantly
cross the moon;
are like unforgotten memories
trying to be removed.
The clouds creep up,
dimming the light to grey,
then it turns pitch black-
taking the memory away.



Poetry by muriel
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Written on 2009-05-27 at 03:13

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