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.
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.
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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