Choice

by gnafinel



the usual gray of day,

otherwise melancholy,

has sparked a say,

in words of usual folly



"where was once, a clear day,

no longer passes as a trolley

but rests peacefully as a cloud in May"



For one who saw measures of gray sees now proof of what is more than two shades

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