Not white, pink or silver lined
Just grey.
It makes me sad and not glad
To see the flowers showing me
Their pretty faces and brilliant dresses/
Grey daubs the borders with strokes that
Hurt. Colors that bleed and drain through
The earth that waits.
Pink cloud is energy painting the scene
With fun and frivolity.
Enraptured I too am part of happiness.
Sunshine butterflies and rainbows.
The warm wind chases and embraces
My reverie is cheerful. Life is good.
But gloom lurks in the corner
Waiting for the parade to pass
Waiting to take her place.
September 6th 2011
wonderful, eloquent
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