Alan Bilham

Rookie (5/4/64 / Leeds, England UK)

Grey Skies

Grey skies everywhere,
Hanging overhead, with such dread,
The wind cuts through you,
The rain lashes against your face,
Stinging your skin, that acid rain you must embrace,
The elements surround us, the wind still blows,
When will we see blue skies, only heaven knows,
Still the wind does blow, but the grey skies never go,
In the UK it's said to be grim up north,

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