Her soul swirls and lies
Between a falling leaf and a ground
Her cries as silent as waterfalls
She breathes pain, she screams lies
She plays with her demons
In the garden of death
Controls the sky
To pour, drench and dry
When you get to know her
What you know is what she wants you to know
You know that you cannot find her in herself
She lives in everything she loves, except herself
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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...
