A storm is brewing:
everything is grey.
My mind is grey.
Grey as the forgotten sun.
Grey as a peacock on a pencil sketch.
Grey as the rainbow that lost its gold.
Grey as age and regret and pain.
Grey as your kiss on another man's tongue.
Dec 9, 2009
Dec 9, 2009 at 7:13 AM UTC
A storm is brewing:
everything is grey.
My mind is grey.
Grey as the forgotten sun.
Grey as a peacock on a pencil sketch.
Grey as the rainbow that lost its gold.
Grey as age and regret and pain.
Grey as your kiss on another man's tongue.
Copyright Martin Hugo 2010- From The Law of the Rat
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