Through Those Grey Skies
By sidewinder
Grey skies touch as a cool mist rises beyond the sunset, Summer is leaving and autumn will be arriving soon, Time teases and the year has come and gone, Peace within the mountains elegant beyond the heart, Passions rise where memories forever live, And you wonder... Can I touch life and do it all over again? Aug. 29, 2001 Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jun 27 2002 11:26 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 18 • 10
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