I sit here and think without a blink
you fill my memories old
my stale tears, stained to grey
the once beautiful now in decay
Our garden in ruins
our bright red roses
petals dry
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We have stopped the rain
my emerald green weep
another day
a darker shade of grey
- Author: Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 11th, 2019 11:09
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 47
Comments4
Not 50 shades of that grey, or I will swoon! heehee. How would I know? And what am I doing? Am I going to see the film?! oohh.
Memories and heartache hit deep but tomorrow is another day joy blooms in the morning ...removing grey to allow brightness to play ...🌹
Emotional writing from the moment. Fresh and vivid.
Well captured and expressed here.
Very emotive write but time will heal and the colours will come back into your life and all you will remember are the good times.
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