Grey.
Grey is the storms trapped inside his eyes.
Grey is the sound of the wind rushing through a hollow tree as it moans with sorrow.
Grey is the insipid scent of the moss after a summer rain.
Grey is the rough and patchy blanket worn by a young girl.
Grey is the salty taste of death still lingering on the lips of those who have lost.
Grey.
Grey is the sky, just before a rainbow.














Devious Comments
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That's MAD wench to you!!!
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A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us. -Friedrich Nietzsche
-Moony
MOONY!
perhaps it would be good if I could write better poetry for Lily, as you saw the last was qquite dreadful...
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Bringin' Chivalry back, one good deed at a time...
* turin-the-forsaken
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Anne Frank, Diary of a Young Girl, 1952
I hope that I'm not getting to far behind in art...
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Bringin' Chivalry back, one good deed at a time...
* turin-the-forsaken
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Anne Frank, Diary of a Young Girl, 1952
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That's MAD wench to you!!!
You're a much better poet than me, Prongs, and a much happier one at that.
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A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us. -Friedrich Nietzsche
-Moony
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
Thank you. I truly like this because it reminds me to be optimistic.
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Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Anne Frank, Diary of a Young Girl, 1952
The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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You are FAKE! Like plastic.
Well, that was completely unnecessary. I am glad you enjoyed this piece, "poem" if it can be called that.
Have a lovely day.
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Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Anne Frank, Diary of a Young Girl, 1952
The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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