it is raining gray <br />in this gray afternoon <br />small drops are falling <br />like a gray water sheet <br />over my old gray street <br /> <br />and my soul is gray <br />since my green oasis <br />was snatched away <br /> <br />then I sit here <br />staring the gray window <br />waiting for a warmer color <br />but that never comes <br /> <br />then I fall asleep <br />on my black keyboard <br />having gray dreams <br />of one more gray tomorrow<br /><br />Steaua Fara Nume Adriana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-18/
