She stuck at the middle of her dream.
And her eye lashes carried the silver tint.
Cold breeze appraising of the mystic tone.
And her grey color is gone.
She wrote letters to God.
Bare pages, though meant to her a lot.
Her salted cheeks would dry soon; she is no more lone.
And her grey color is gone.
She stood behind the horizon;
Reversed the color she worn.
Found the blue comfort zone.
And her grey color is gone.
Was there echoes that made her words being melted?
And she discovered a canvas, that was long since painted.
Now her dream are not broken, eyes are shone.
Because her deep grey color is gone.
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Author:
Sadia Tuba (
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- Category: Humor
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WELCOME SADIA - Thanks for a very haunting first poem. Grey is the colour of SADNESS neither Black nor White just grey, God gave us two great comfort zones both BLUE - The Sky and the Sea. Blue never makes me BLUE ! It always lifts my spirits - glad it banished her greyness. Love the structure mainly rhyming couplets (beautiful) and rippling with rhythm as became the the subject from grey to colour. Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
Thanks 🙂
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