Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Drenched by drizzle,
the silvered streets
reflect the dull and dismal sky;
attendant atmosphere,
garnished with gloom,
gives backdrop sad and grey;
such soft syncopation
sings a song of Saturday.
Line count: 8
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For Express It In Eight, 10.27.23
Prompt: Write a gray poem.
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