Grey, Grey,
The night and day; all I long to see
That beautiful and whimsical; yet slightly musical, tone of the sea
A bird can fly and sing way up high, in the clouds over the sea
Yet I am pulled down and stuck to the ground by this wretched gravity
Grey, Grey
My preferable sight of the sea
No other than this waiting color, Can begin to describe me.
Quietly singing myself to sleep, I fall under the sea.
Closing my eyes, And seeing the sky.
A bluebird flying towards me.
Grey, Grey
A color with layers
that no one cares to see
Yet I can see the beauty
that hides within thee.
Its not exactly a grey
Its almost a silver
It has a tone of blue
And the mystery of a river
But then there's a hint of white and yellow,
like a barely rising sun.
It makes me feel warm and mellow
But also like a child on the run.
Grey, Grey.
Don't go away, Let me live another day.
It's a dreaming color, a waiting color.
For only I and me.
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Violet Dreams
Poetry"We wander and we let the words lead us." Old Poetry. Not my best. But still here :)
