<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Overcast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The seasons are no long warm, <br>and I can feel the brewing of a storm, <br>the clouds are crying, starting to mourn.<br>Doesn’t matter what we do or say, <br>each and every hour of a single day, <br>we slip further and further away.<br>Where we’re going no one really knows, <br>who can guess which way the storm blows, <br>so all the windows and doors I try to close.<br>If you decide to leave me today, <br>don’t turn back and try to stay, <br>as I’ll be walking the other way.<br>if you search all of your mind, <br>I think you will try to find, <br>a sanctuary of a different kind.<br>I wish it was just a passing phase, <br>but the storm is blowing too many ways, <br>leaving us with a bleak sky, a cloudy daze.<br>I know you like this time of year, <br>but it is so cold standing here, <br>and the distant horizon is clear.<br>So I’m leaving the scene of the crime, <br>and it’s definitely for good this time, <br>and I can’t escape this feeling of mine.<br>It’s almost like I’ve won first prize, <br>a feeling that I just can’t disguise, <br>as I’m leaving behind these autumn skies.<br>I turn from you and you turn from me, <br>and I hear one last bolt of electricity, <br>then it rained smiles as I walked free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dale+Mullock">Dale Mullock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360220" data-title="Overcast de Dale Mullock" data-description="The seasons are no long warm, and I can feel the brewing of a storm, the clouds are crying, starting to mourn. Doesn’t matter what we do or say, each and every hour of a single day, we slip further and further away. Where we’re going no on..."></div> </div> </div>

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