Another Gray Morning

Every day I hope,

that I might see sparks of color

behind closed eyelids,

to feel warmth  on my face,

to hear birds chirping as they fly

through the bright, blue sky,

then I open my eyes,

to gray clouds,

and feel the mist,

kiss my face,

sighing as rain,

beats a tattoo

on my umbrella.

©annettealaine2017

 

 

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