#1383-Peaceful
Another grey day,
When clouds drift by,
Unannounced.
Like silent thoughts,
They move on,
Disappearing into nothingness.
No thunder, lighting, or rain.
It’s one of those rare,
Peaceful days.
Another grey day,
When clouds drift by,
Unannounced.
Like silent thoughts,
They move on,
Disappearing into nothingness.
No thunder, lighting, or rain.
It’s one of those rare,
Peaceful days.