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A. Christine Myers
1 min readFeb 7, 2020
Photo by Kenrick Mills on Unsplash

The pale moon in a far sky
And a gray veil over all,
A dark day and a bleak night,
And the gray tears fall.
The gray clouds in a far sky,
Where the sad tears fall.

I sought for hope, I found but pain,
But you cannot make me bow;
I’ve walked long paths where no light came,
And you cannot break me now.
A gray moon in a gray night,
But you cannot break me now.