Wearing dark grey, he walked into her life
And shades of grey made things a tad lighter
Yet, he kept pushing... she squealed…and swung
Sometime, pale lighted the sky above the East river,
specks of gold splashed upon the river
and the surrounding burst in golden flame
Steadying shaking hand, mind wrestling,
counting numerous sunrises,
clouds carrying rain, and
adding color to sunsets.
Both inspired by yesterday’s sun
and today’s sunset
that lie between
Sixty unfurling minutes
And the golden years between
forever gone, still love
stays with both.
Almedia Knight-Oliver
March 26,2015
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The title caught my attention, great write!