rainy days
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A dismal shroud slunk
From slackened hands,
Dense rain draped the valley
In its musty, velvet folds,
Dogfighting flurries of
Paper airplanes wavered,
Plummeted under those whistling bombs,
My world often gravitates into a dark side of the universe, sinking deep into that darkness without any light, moon, sun or stars.
