Gray
Gray, the sky, when God is crying,
That on Earth misdeed is lying.
No ray breaks into the sorrow,
As goodness begins to narrow.
Gray, the wind's whistling song
Cleaving silence like a gong,
Lets us know the words it's hauling,
That in our souls are mauling.
Gray, the hearts wear off their value...
Sadly, this I have tot tell you,
Everything weeps on this Earth
It's worth for another mirth!
Gray, the streets on which I wander,
Through thoughts from others I sunder,
Though the life is all my food,
I am still misunderstood.
Gray, the puddles on the street,
Gray, the minds made of concrete,
Gray, the thoughts that do not rhyme,
Gray, the signs we cannot mime.
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