Gray is soft
A warning sometimes
But, like the clouds
We are ever-changing
And our sky changes too
So that, by the end
We are no longer just a sky,
But a galaxy
Spreading to corners
With stars and suns
Gray is the beginning,
And it has no end
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
