Delay

The sun is long due to rise
But the clouds are proud today
Bent on having its say
Blinding the same route the sun plies
When will's without way, will may wane

One coat and layer at a time
The sun patiently fried
Paddling away from the rough clime
Slowly the adamant clouds wried
Darkened clouds can delay dawn

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