Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Grey.

Grey. 
A seamless blanket
Rolling, pilling
Enveloped by the hazy comfort
     of gloomy afternoons. 

Pour. 
A steady drum
A gentle roll
Wash away the sidewalk chalk
     of people in the street. 

Grey skies
Pouring rain
Let not the sky fall down in vain

We're brought to life
     but though it seems
Life in the rain is but a dream. 

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