to wake up to grey skies and gentle rain
watching the green renew and revive
on such a morning things are never plain
to wake up to grey skies and gentle rain
love that is real endures the stabbing pain
there's joy enough in simply being alive
to wake up to grey skies and gentle rain
watching the green renew and revive
08 July 2007
a tiny epiphany
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