Bradley Howington is only a body I inhabit.
The shade, of gray, I so enjoy
enclosing, my mind, as I go on –
yet, there is no darkness at the end
of this hall, I’ve enjoyed, a great deal.
There holds, in my throbbing heart
one chance of love, one chance of trust,
one exception, and one key –
I wish never to be turned again!
The sky, is alone, and craving
to pass clouds, slowly, my way –
but I won’t allow such a shade
of gray to pass by me, again.
This flow in my hand of water
passing by, like I’m no bother
under this bridge, where I am alone
fade, fade, f a d i n g.
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