Day 995, grayness of the day. A grey day’s soft light covers your mood. Reclined in pallid sorrow you wander, where endless thoughts flare without shadows. Dissolved by the grayness of the day. Nochrisis Het zachte licht van een grijze dag overlapt je humeur. Hangend in verschoten leed dool je rond, waar eindeloze gedachten flakkeren zonder schaduw. Opgelost door de grijsheid van de dag. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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