I like it when the days are grey—
But not quite black and white—
When rain descends to wash away
The darkness and the light.
When all is simply there—that’s all—
Just existing, never moving—
Just watching grey rain fall
By grey window of my choosing.
But never show me black and white—
That’s my world without you—
If all is grey, in grayish light
I know just what to do.
Never come, O black and white—
Let me ne’er be alone—
Let me keep grey—without the fright
That you and I are done.
Very well said my young sage. I know from where you speak. I write about Grey myself. Good job! Susan
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I would like to translate this poem
It's as original as they come. Great writing. Lots of creativity.