I am human and have no wings
but I know if I did have wings they would be
GREY
neither absorbing nor reflecting
neither cold nor warm
it would not be the essence of all color
nor the absence of such
For grey is neither good nor bad
I am human and have no wings
so instead of wings I have a heart and a soul
both of which are
GREY
for I am human and with time (which is GREY)
and with love (whose color is pending)
this GREY can and will change
For better or worse the future is GREY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem