A little poem about the colour grey.
Grey
On a grey day, by a grey path,
Under grey skies, lay a graveyard
With grey stones, and wilted flowers,
And grey moans and grey showers—
A grey mouse, with no house,
Groped about the graveyard,
‘My future home’ he muttered lone,
And went away in the grey path.
Den of Dreams 
That’s just incredibly grey. Yet not morose, despite the mouse 🙂
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Such a wonderful and cute poem Sophie, I love it! You have a talent there, keep writing.😃😺😻
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Thank you so much 🙂
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My pleasure!😃😺
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(:
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Nice! This is quite the interesting poem. To me, the poem sounds like a valuable expression of life. How even in the dull grey parts of life thats devoid of colour, a humble rat still lives on happily.
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Wow, thank you so much for your views :)) I hope you are well in this time?
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The rhythm and imagery here are really strong. It’s amazing how vividly the picture springs to mind even though it’s all in gradients of grey! 😊
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Wow, thank you so much for reading and your views 🙂
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💜
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Wow, i love it. You’re so creative😍
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Oh, thank you so much 🙂
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Wow!🌹
I too wrote a poem called Gray. Do check it out ✌
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Thank you (: Oh yes, I’d surely check it ❤
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Mu pleasure
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I did check it, it’s awesome!
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Thanks😊
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Nice one. 🙂
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Thank you so much ❤
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Nice and cute 🙂 yay for the mouse!
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Thank you so much ❤
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