Gray…a poem

I
think
we
should
start
calling
the
blues
the
grays
because
feeling
down
is
more
like
a
rainy
DARK
sad
gray
kind
of
day
while
all
shades
of
blue
are
beautiful
and
uplifting
like
water
and
the
summer
sky
or
teal
wedgewood
and
robin’s
egg
it’s
time
to
get
it
right
and
I’m
definitely
feeling
gray
today

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2 Responses to Gray…a poem

  1. The thing I like about the grays is the brilliance of the sun when claiming its place.

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