You’re painting me a gingered skyThough my mood’s best suited for grayThe storm clouds under which I hideAre all blowing awayExposed and now uncertainMy protective barrier goneYou pulled back the curtainAnd left me here aloneTo ponder the gingered sky Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Gingered Sky
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