grey day (Photo credit: murphyeppoon)

Dismal dreams
Greyish tones and sepia
Caress the sleeping mind
With symbols which are ephemeral at best
No secrets to uncover
No paths to tread of import
As we lay our weary heads at last to rest

The detritus of the day
Wafts through caverns
Of our resting minds
In ridiculous displays that make no sense
No kiss from phantom lover
No tales of life and death
Just payment for a dismal day’s expense

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