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Gray

February 18th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor

The sky.

My shadow.

My thoughts.

My mood.

 

The question why.

The way it broods.

 

A dozen pigeons

With crumbs for food.

 

Religion.

Gray with solitude.

 

Her hair.

Her sweater.

My mother’s eyes.

 

When no one’s there

To lullaby.

 

A hundred sheep

That flock the sky.

 

Gray with sleep

And dreamless, I.

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