The Hidden Valley of Blue

The day started with tears and uncertainty

with rage and hate and spittle in the corners of its mouth.

It screamed its presence and cursed at its birth

the day did not understand its beginning

but knew it had to end.

It tore through the door

bursting into woods of green and gravel

deciding upon its path with each determined step.

Inhaling nature and exhaling hurricanes

burning lungs and bridges

until it stumbled upon

the hidden valley of blue.


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