Yalto Invented by Edward Ibeh: lines 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5, no rhyme required.
A shy sun plays peek-a-boo with clouds clogging the sky; and barring its path. Dyed in shades of grey; they gather like sheep, clustering overhead; grazing on blue skies. And soon, melancholy tears, morph into raindrops.
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