in a land of nostalgia

with every passing thought, i rot away,
surrounded by the day’s ephemera.
the sun is grey, the skies are black,
and the road i walk is a blemished white.
yet while the trees are bleached of their vivid hues,
only rain can penetrate the shadowy veil,
allowing me
to drown
in the colors of a monochrome world.

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