Symphonies of Gray

by Claris Aright

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    Gray—

    the lifelessness of

    statues

    buried in a museum.

    The whisper of

    snowfall

    and shadows

    playing silently

    beneath the street

    lamp.

    Drifting smoke

    of a dying fire.

    The disappearing

    notes of Taps

    fading in the morning

    air.

    The hands of time,

    slipping away.