Maybe
It's happening again
But this time it's only me
The journey is alone
Destination is not mine
But still
The way is exquisite
Shining, glimmering, starry
Maybe
I won't ever reach the destination
But I don't mind being lost in this way
In these ways
There's my home
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
Puisi" 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...
