A grey sky awaits
Away from life
From sound and light
Producing delight
Solitude
That grows in silence
Words
That rest on empty mileage
They exist
A void, an abyss
To tumble and toss
It’s a trick, thick
With indecision and novelty
Revolving around minds unseen
Words that live
Alive inside
A head full of white lies
Just Iike a grey sky
Thoughts floating
Like passerby
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Of forests and flowers and fauna and spring. Of meadows and all the beauty they bring.
Of flora and fauna and flowering delight. Of lovebirds singing through darkest night. In hours of trouble the moon doth shine bright.
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