Downcast, I try to change my 
thoughts, eyes hanging down 
personifying those November skies whom 
coldly obscure the sun.

Downbeat, my eyes dance uneasy 
eventually tripping on themselves they fall 
onto your courageous smile, 
stealing them away from my irresponsible thoughts.

Downpour, emotional and artificial walls, 
barriers erected for solitude fortified and 
hardened from pain, instantly begin to 
smolder in flames. 

Upward, smoke-signals take flight 
signifying, above all else, opportunities.


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