NovPAD Day 7 – An Adaptation Poem
If you were a cloud would you take offence at grey? Call it boring? Ask for pinstripes or one bright sock? No... it’s only because you're not a cloud that the grey falls around you like quiet confusion and your predisposition for skipping seems muffled and trite. So sit back awhile, hold the grey between your knees feel its rhythm and let yourself sway. In its blanket strength there’s a companionship of droplets. Grey is a flood let it take you away
Out of the Cave 
Luckily I can swim 🙂
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Always look on the bright side!
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Strange to say, but too bad it’s sunny here today, otherwise, after reading this, I could enjoy the grey clouds.
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“that the grey
falls around you like
quiet confusion” – on its own, it is like a quiet confusion, that feels true. Cause grey itself needs something to define it, it’s such an undefined thing otherwise. I love grey tinged with blue, that storm grey.
“In its blanket strength
there’s a companionship of droplets.” – lovely couplet.
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