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In the Gray

June 2, 2008
By Anonymous

In the gray,
between the mist lowly hung
dampening heavy leaves,
the dense air that I breath.
The sound of birds singing
smells of oak, of cedar,
echoes of wet pavement
shadows of long walks
tender silences
between us.
I remember
and I long for you still.


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