Poetry

Nature’s Deception (#1500)

A heavy blanket of gloomy clouds and gray,
Has settled on the ongoing day,
Prisms of sunlight are nowhere in sight,
Only sleepy fog and diffused light,
Noises of the world are soft and subdued,
As if caught in a dreamy interlude,
Sights and sounds maintain an ethereal feel,
As if perhaps, nothing is quite real,
A smoke and mirrors type of deception,
Nature colors our world as much as perception,

Any Thoughts?

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