They say blue is the warmest colour
They call orange the new black
They reminisce their golden days
They wear their pride in purple
They reign with blood that's blue
They turn green with envy
They turn red enraged
But all that isn't true
We all live a grey life
Men are not black
Men are not white
We all are a mosaic
Of wrong and right
Some shades of grey gradient towards the black
Some shades of grey radiate towards its white
But who is to say if it is
White in black or black in white?
Does white shadow the darkness?
Does black outshine the brightness?
Ah, but men, we are all simply shades of grey in a void palette of orderly madness.
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Short poetry and passages
PoetryThis is just a compilation of free verse poetry and short pieces I randomly write.
