Grey, rainy, cold...
This day wants to be forgotten; wants to hide into the numbers of days of a last year. This day doesn't have a name.
Grey, rainy, cold...
How many days have shared the same epithets? Do they find each other in the past, stay together like a group of widows?
Grey, rainy, cold...
A day that has broken its first promise of light..
A day in shame.
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