Grey on the Water

January 15, 2011
By Quentin Adams SILVER, Colleyville, Texas
Quentin Adams SILVER, Colleyville, Texas
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There across my wind-swept field
I feel the flood come down;
From here it takes me too the place
Wherein my mind is found;
It swims away, comes fleeting back
But alas, cannot pretend;
This I knew much all to well,
You were my only friend.

The author's comments:
A smoky gray

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