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Poetry Pleases: Grey Sunset

Grey clouds remind Caroline Glyn of ancient gods.

No sunset to be seen, but glum black clouds,
Tomorrow probably will be the same;
When suddenly in the dark husky crowds,
Two light clear pools appeared. They were no flame;
No glorious melting colour, but clear grey pools.
Deep and calm, surely Athene's eyes. Pale grey,
Maybe goddess Freya's cloud-spun woven wools,
Ready for the weather of next day.


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