Rolling, tumbling purples and mauves,Dotted with flecks of white, like troves
Of treasure. Miles above they whirl.
Amethyst mountains broken by pearl.
Then majesty fattens and bloats like bruises.
Painfully straining, until it loses
Its charm and allure. Oppressive now,
To witness the element's hellish row.
Swollen, ready to spill its grief,
Tears of gods bring welcome relief
To the burdened sky. Downing its load
On the little red car on the grey tarmac road.
Spotlights pierce the darkened view.
Clarity bursts revealing the blue
Forgotten backdrops, towards which I'm driving.
A heavenly metaphor to continue striving.
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