Grey

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: GREY (ft. wind chimes and lavenders)

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When daylight and dawn give up
Moon stretches its hands towards you.
You breathe under those husky chuckles
And melt into life's mediocrity.

When wind chimes create broken melodies,
You inhale those as luck.
Light pleases to come under your roof,
But you drown in darkness
And settle inside old memories.

When lavenders that you grew
lay withered.
You let them swirl in water sprinkles,
As you clasp them in your palms
And defrost into life's uncertainty.

When it's neither black nor white
Just a mixture remains.
You assume that as grey
And maybe it was forever this way.
That's why you never loved dawn,
Your wind chime created broken sounds,
And the lavenders wilted.

That's why you never loved dawn,Your wind chime created broken sounds,And the lavenders wilted

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