Mar 2019
As the grey,
envelops the sky.
I reminisce of rain
and the sadness of why.
Why life couldn't be as endless as the sky.
Why life, like grey skies seem to just whistle on by.
envelops the sky.
I reminisce of rain
and the sadness of why.
Why life couldn't be as endless as the sky.
Why life, like grey skies seem to just whistle on by.
I've got a million of them folks
(M)
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