The one you hate today
Or love
May stop talking from tomorrow
For someone else
After long years
Of complete strangeness and quietness
You may start talking at the first glimpse
Without a second thought
These are humans
All the pain of being left alone
Stands behind the love you held for them
In the past
Again when we leave
All the hatred comes infront of our eyes
And makes us think
Why did I talk to them
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Poetry" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
