Grey isn’t What I’m Meant to be …

Life is somewhat grey
Just monotony
Lost and lonely …

Don’t you know?

Only when you stay
Life is colorful ….
A hopeful glow
Echoes of brighter joy
Birds sing cheerful songs
Rays of sunshines warm my cheeks
My yellow dyed dreams return …

Now it’s grey
Everywhere …

When will you come?
Without you, I feel grey ….

Don’t you know?
Grey isn’t what I’m meant to be …



270885_10150223315352251_2680468_n“Everything is connected
each word, each leaf
each poem drawn
and held together,
by the thread
of our own experience —
and the longing of
our own soul
to follow the vine back to its root”

John Millar


Improve the silence—-

If you understand,
things are just as they are/
If you do not understand,
things are just as they are/

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