Grey Day
Low clouds drift across the sky
a thick blanket of sleep.
Their dreariness drains life
from this once perfect day.
The sky drowned in grey,
the sunlight fades.
The flowers lose their color,
and the robin forgets to sing.
Not even rain will fall
nor will wind blow through leaves.
Nothing draws a breath
on this cold lonely day.
Copyright © Adam Pruchnicki | Year Posted 2013
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