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.
Simon Kozhin, The Houses of Parliament, Rain. 2006. wikimedia.org |
It's a gray day here too. But I don't mind. Soon enough it will be boiling hot.
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