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hovering

a poem about hovering clouds


after a while,
you get used to
the dark clouds that
hover above your head.

after a while,
you start to name 
the dark clouds that
hover above your head.

after a while,
you learn to enjoy
the days where 
the dark clouds that
hover above your head
clear, even if just for a moment.

after a while,
you begin to realise that
the dark clouds that
hover above you head
don't disperse as much
as they used to. 

after a while,
you master the ways
you deal with 
the dark clouds that
hover above your head.

after a while,
you don't see 
the dark clouds that
hover above your head —
at least, not as much as 
you used to.



 

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