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This light, this dwindling light.
It probes the cloud,
Searching, waiting, for some place to break through.
In vain, catching only the occasional eye.

It casts a dull peach hue
Not quite reaching the potential it yearns,
Not a fiery orange
nor a passionate red.

From an earthbound onlooker,
the sun looks sheathed.
Cloaked in grey.
Shrouded in smoke.

But is it our near by star that is covered,
or thine own eyes?
Does the god still burn just as bright,
Only hidden by our own inability to see?