Blended

Those gray clouds overhead
Envelop all which is serene
Reminding me
So rarely,
Things are as they seem.
This gray coat
Fits like a glove;
Everything comforting.
It contains my love and
Keeps my heart lean.
These gray shoes
Worn each day
Carry me here to there,
Allowance to pass them by,
They just barely were aware.

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