A Gray May Day

‘Tis a beautiful gray May day today.
Not many people the same would say.
You witness the soft grace of the gloom
Whose breezes sweetly enters the room.
For the sun rays do not occupy the skies.
Thus you quickly seek to dispose your disguise.
The facade meant to hide your dismay,
Your very own little cloud of gray.

You enjoy every precious gray May day.
For they match the feelings kept at bay.
There is a sweet peace in those clouds
That you can never find in crowds.
The bed welcomes you to in him lie
To allow your sad brain to detoxify.
From yourself this haze is a getaway
For your brain is always a gray May day.



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