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Still gray
You notice me so well
And I appreciate that you can tell
You see me inside and you know
The colors that just won’t show
I am thankful for your sentiments
Your well wishes seem heaven sent
For you can tell by the look in my eyes
The feelings I struggle to hide
And like you I want my colors to show
But desperate and alone, what am I to do
My tangerine and pink have succumb to
Hurt and neglected, I am lonely blues
Born November and my topaz fades
I’m supposed to be regal in purple shades
My autumn golds, rusts, and yellows have gone
Bring them back, can you make them stay…
They’ve all been masked by winter grays.
© 2004
Robyn Evans
