She was asked what she was afraid of
When she used to paint elephants yellow
She was afraid of ghosts, darkness, being alone
When she started painting her own life
Love was something that made her feel out of her senses
And when death took away something that made her senseless
Is when she knew what she was afraid of
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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...
