Morning Comes Grey

Monday, January 16, 2012

I haven't had a random verse for a while. So here goes...
The morning comes
after the night
Dressed in grey
monotone sight

The day rises
with plans set
Brightness hidden
No sun yet

The quiet broken
by a barking dog
Distant are the hills
yet shrouded in fog

The morning comes
after the night
Sliding silently
White on white

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