oilspill

My dear little oil spill
you were such a surprise
Though they warned me
you were nothing
but dirt in disguise
I played with your colours
swirling in the rain
dismissing the stain
that would remain
fixed in this place
That everyday
I’d pass this way
to feel betrayed
and dismayed
by all that fades 
over and over again

prompt – shine

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