- The Grey Between
- by Louanne Robinson
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- Dismal raindrops
- Sorrowing down into a muddy pool,
- Smoke-like mist
- Wreaths 'twixt the boles of barren trees,
- As tiny vapor clouds from human
- mouths speak deadened words.
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- I care not to participate,
- But watch instead,
- From behind my pane of grief,
- yearning for tomorrow'smorning rays
- To break this cloud canopy
- That I may escape--
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- The grey between lives.
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- copyright 1980
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