Musing In Gray
Cold gray days
give way to thoughts...fleeting
...not yet ready for daylight
Hidden truths creep in the gloom...
Age has no awakening
...and only rests in death
Long has innocence slumbered
...awaiting this day to come
and arises now…unrecognized
...a stranger forever
a forgotten friend...
who will...
never be known again...
©Faye Sizemore 2/09/04
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