Poem 98 – The Coloured Clouds

The sky is turning grey for the clouds coat the sky,
Masking the distant sun, a blue tinge on their underside.
Gathering around the building tops,
Pink sky glinting through,
The clouds have come and blanket evening,
Until the day has stopped.

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Dear readers,

One of the nicest things about my university halls is that I have a nice view over a fairly domestic part of London’s skyline. Admittedly, in bad weather it’s not great, but the view of the sky is very nice.

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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