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Poetry

What Is Grey? | Poem

World’s good to know,

World’s bad to know,

I’m of darkness,

I’m of goodness,

Deathra, I can’t be grey.

Facade, I wear in limelight,

You dress me up to hide,

I become Wordsmith at night,

I become Shobo at days,

Deathra, I can’t be grey,

Yet, I’m near to colourless.

Borderline, I’ve got in years,

Everything I feel intense,

Nothing I feel intense,

It’s a balance I care,

Deathra, dance with me, tonight.

World’s good to know,

World’s bad to know,

I’m of darkness,

I’m of lightness,

Deahtra, I can only be her.

©sjwordsmith
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