it is raining gray
in this gray afternoon
small drops are falling
like a gray water sheet
over my old gray street
and my soul is gray
since my green oasis
was snatched away
then I sit here
staring the gray window
waiting for a warmer color
but that never comes
then I fall asleep
on my black keyboard
having gray dreams
of one more gray tomorrow
then I fall asleep on my black keyboard having gray dreams of one more gray tomorrow............................wonderful write over the rune of dream, quite ingenious,10++, thanks for sharing
Lovely descriptions in this short poem within and without Just remember that poetry is a key to another dimension the gateway to Wonderland
beautiful nicely one.. just wondering if you meant gray not grey.. keep on dear sweet poet.. hazem al..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem greys okay just don't let it becaome black I think writing helps us avoid that 10