Cold winter morning.
Sky ash grey covers all.
Smokey breath, still solitude
finding fulfillment in loneliness.
Sun cloaked in grey stillness,
sleeps peacefully, breathes easy.
A day to be late,
a day to bury in.
All problems forgotten.
Happiness deep, envelops all
memories and present moment.
Dance, run and laugh
drink in this wonderful air
full of love, promise and dreams eternal.
Grey music, comforting grey,
familiar grey, lonely grey
and yet... grey delight!
I am yours, grey morning
just as you are mine.
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