PALE
The day is pale.
There is no screaming
no hatred
no anger today.
The day is small
muted melancholy
modest.
Soon, we shall lack even this to call upon
as emotions
so exhilarant, so agitative
will go flat
like warm champagne
popped too quickly
too long ago.
But for now
as the summer wanes
and the weeks wash by
softly
steadily
as the sky's vibrance dies away
with the last of our hopes
the day holds some glimmer
some ambiance.
The day is pale.
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