

The Day is GloomyThe day is gloomy,The Day is Gloomy
so I stay inside. A cool breeze drafts in, my comfort it chides. Leaving my soft seat, I dare gaze outside.
My eyes' reflection, a bright color storm. Gaudy autumn hues, clashing without form.
Seeing, unblinking, blurred colors expand. They're like candy corn, melted in your hand.
Singular street lamp, ceaselessly staring. Globular glowing, lonely but caring.
A despotic square, foolish masquerade. Simple wooden frame, in and out are made.
Cheerful
Planet
Crazy Sun
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