I was breathing in contentment.
Spirits hovered in the mist.
Like a heavy fog just fades away.
In bright light, something missed.
Gall heaped high at breakfast.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Contentment left with harmony.
I can hear dark thunders roar.
Dennis Mantin 
Your image matches your poem, nice.
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Thanks! This image goes well with many greyer thoughts, I think…
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