Grey

SerenWise

You're the song in my head that I cannot forget,

And I sit here alone, needing and wanting...

Feeling as though I may just reach out

And pluck you from the air, and seal the bargain

With the taste of your mouth on my tongue. 

 

Before this, grey was just a colour of blandness;

The epitome of nothing - the nondescript hue,

But now it's a raging storm, a misty morning,

The perfect balance, or a silver wolf.

Grey - is now the warmest of colours. 

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2019 21:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Neville

    Splendid, I really like this SerenWise

    .......................Neville

  • Goldfinch60

    Super write SerenWise.

  • Christina8

    This is really wonderfully done, I like this a lot Serenwise!



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