Amidst reverently bowing trees,
On a quiet overcast day,
Teasing drizzle, mellow breeze,
And the ravishing petrichor of clay.
While walking down a desire path,
I pause to admire the setting,
Enchanting greyness, exciting aftermath,
I let go of all the fretting.
It has always been the case,
This distinctively beautiful grey,
Favourite weather, happy place,
And life’s shade in some way.
As I have gradually realised,
Things are not all black and white,
Different perspectives, meanings disguised,
What is wrong and what right?
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