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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Gray Days



It is a gray day;
The gray clouds are raining
Gray rain on a dripping
Gray city.

This is the only way
I like to see it;
It lends a tragic grace
To all these sad, gray, twisted
Trees.

Sometimes, I think they are
Bitter against all
That made them grow here.
But on gray days,
They are only sad—


Sad they are ugly;
Sad they are old;
Sad that they die in a world of
Concrete.

Today is a gray day.
File:The Rain..jpg
Simon Kozhin, The Houses of Parliament, Rain. 2006. wikimedia.org



1 comment:

  1. It's a gray day here too. But I don't mind. Soon enough it will be boiling hot.

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