Skies filled with gray.

Mon, 07/15/2013 - 14:57 -- xshado


Beautiful skies filled with gray

Some may think oh what a shame

But i, certainly do not


We hold on to the very last bit we have

For time has a distinctive wit

It does not take a break

From leaving all we ever had


Into the past we go, will we ever see each other again soon?

Only time will tell, for which we will remember

On that beautiful sky filled with gray

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