Symphonies of Gray

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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.