Dour and grey they stomp,
Dirty charcoal smudges up,
The canvas unseen.
A/N: Hello there once again! Sorry for another extended leave of absence - I had another unfortunate health decline. Happy to be back though!
I wanted this haiku to have a double meaning. While I am admiring the dark and oppressive yet temporary stormy clouds, I am also self-reflecting on a battle with depression. Some days, I can't see the blue sky - and that's okay - natural even. The storms will clear my canvas once again <3
I can't wait to have a lovely autumn reading session to catch up with what you have all been writing!
-TWW
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ThatWriterWoman
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Writer from the UK (she/her, 27) specialising in fictional tales of the most fantastical kind! Often seen posting fables, myths, and poetry! All written with NO AI!
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