grey - there is a blessing
in the cloudy weather
when the sun hides itself
behind soothing colours
when cottons seem to cover
the sky in such softness,
stretching the indeterminable
distance between white and gray
at the beach, against the
heavens, your endearing
characteristic evokes an eternity
bathes me in a receptacle of euphoria
your charms, down to earth
temperament erase the temporal world
swarming bliss in a wide expanse of grey
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Gray is one of my favorite creative colors. You have used it to paint a word picture Of great beauty..Memorable write, John. Warm regards, Sandra