New Days In Grey



When the feeling drowns in sand and clouds,
The midnight grey is blurred away,
When sing songs sung and the last day is done,
A new beginning is here to stay.

 My darkened dreams breathe ease it seems,
The core of vanity burnt,
The new rail track, crack, criss-cross snaps,
The path is not easily learnt.

So in our self pressed butterfly wings,
The fragility is torn away,
We have some old sung songs to sing,
For this new year, this new day.

The End

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