Gray Skies
Gray Skies
In this space that I call my own Fall has descended.
Cold gray skies fill spaces void of sun.
Intimacy discovers silent dreams woven in leafless branches.
There is no other to be.
No one to find.
Just me.
Now mixed with the sun gray becomes blue.
Skies are filled with the new.
In all ways one.
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