Grey Poem by Vishal Vijay

Grey



In the calm of the river,
In the silence of the forest,
I turbulently flow,
I violently roar.

In the scenery serene,
In the melody of a song,
I am the the storm,
I am the screech.

In the empathy in me,
In the love that I carry,
Lies an impostor,
Destroyer of worlds.

Sunday, May 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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