“A Gray day”

The day is gray.

The soft drizzle

caress my face.

I’m in the street

waiting a taxi.

Like all people


Like all days.

I’m waiting to


Only waiting.

What should I do?

I’m in the streets

waiting an answer.

I see people walking.

I see sad eyes.

I feel your sentiments.

The day is gray.

My soul is gray too.

Someone is talking with me.

I feel good now.

I’m in peace.


By: Leticia Pontoni

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