
Watching walking leaves, across the street to windows gaze
Counting seconds, branching to their home unsaved
Wind on windows, pushing strong to get inside
Holding back the water, that's filling up my eyes.
Saving visions of color for tomorrow
The grey pushes strong into sorrow
Holding fast and falling slow
When can we go home again?
©2008 Greyshore
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