Grey Poem, by SerenWise, at My poetic side

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.

Comments +

Neville August 15th, 2019 22:55
Splendid, I really like this SerenWise

.......................Neville
Goldfinch60 August 16th, 2019 00:37
Super write SerenWise.
Christina8 August 16th, 2019 17:24
This is really wonderfully done, I like this a lot Serenwise!

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