RM: September 2009
A grey day in Rome…
The grey sky hanging over us,
covering the world with a state of confusion.
People moving so quickly and carelessly,
forgetting to see the beauty of life.
A sunrise, a sunset, a starry night,
Or a river flowing gently…
A child playing innocently in the park,
laughing, singing, living,
An embrace, a hug to say goodbye,
Or a tear, running down someone’s face.
Life’s greatest moments, forgotten.
Trapped in a state of confusion,
under a grey sky hanging over us.
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