To the room with many pictures
Quite quiet
Moving trough the gallery
Staring at the images
Grey
Simple grey
Paintings
Portraits
And rows of endless art
But everyone
Everything
Grey
More grey than gold
greyer than gold
It comes to me
Willing to depart
Though it stays
Slowly fading
But grey i will remain
Grey
My only color
Until it fades
To bright yellow it fades
Until then
Grey
I will stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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