Grey rainy days,
Quiet, silent
Clouds drifting across the sky
Silently life begins
Slowly, effortlessly
From the sky tears
Changing over night
Washing away
The hurt and grim of other years
Revealing secrets
Beautiful, alive
Once again the world is new
Grey rainy days
Quiet, silent
clouds drifting slowly away
Till next time....
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Hey... thanks for dropping by my site and leaving a note... always nice to make new acquaintances in the blogosphere...
Also... I like this poem a lot... it's very... terse... it almost reminds me of a Beckett play...
I'll come back and check in here again soon... take care...
...I so like the feeling you have conveyed here... the grey is as much felt as seen
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