grey rust dark green white
black shadow of branch
against the grey sky and crystals
fall as silently as death
nothing will change the day
the sidewalks have taken
their patina of white
and are now a threat
for snow is slick
we walk dangerous paths all the time
rarely do we know it
human color is different
in this light
the various pinks of caucasians
the dark skin of indians
the beige tint of orientals
the light is tinged with grey
and nothing else speaks the day
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i can feel the hush
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