It's over
I'm standing outside my house
Staring at the ruins, the only door that's standing upright
The only sign that it was a home
It was built over long years
With solid foundation and support
But now
There's just a door
And that door says to me
To build it again
Even though it won't be the same house
It would be mine
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Poesía" 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...
