July (II) – Bombay, December 2003 – part-broken, part-whole

I am thinking of a word.
A soft, four-letter word
That spells love
Without ever having to say so.

Made up of thirty-one
Rainwater-ed days of sunless,
Beautiful greys,
July.

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November 14, 2011 at 00:18

i discovered the gorgeous, silent, loveliness of grey years ago. in the clammy, hurt, cobbled streets of heartbreak. and it stayed with me. my friend, grey is.

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