A day bright blue
Snuggled amidst grey
Months of cold. Reading
Of rain which I think of
As silver, not grey. Too
Bright to hold, this
Day, falling from the grasp
Of rain too far away.
A day bright blue
Snuggled amidst grey
Months of cold. Reading
Of rain which I think of
As silver, not grey. Too
Bright to hold, this
Day, falling from the grasp
Of rain too far away.
Giti Chandra 