A Pensive Gray Mood
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Sandra Feldman
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A pensive grey mood,
Not well understood,
And I'm about to shatter,
What's the matter?
Today, I can't even communicate,
Doors close by the dozen,
And so does Life's garden.
Absence, shrinks the heart,
Tears spoil the eyes,
Tragedy tears you apart.
But that's Life,
Says the fool, say the wise,
For at the end,
Helpless,
We all compromise.
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