Gray is the morning
Gray is the day
Gray is the evening
Black is the forest
Black is the night
Black is the path
In the rain
No reasons
To be bright
When the light of
the stars
are for sale
Give them an offer
Even if you can´t pay
I am so tired to live
In the gray


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, Poem, Poetry
2 comments on “Gray
  1. Gosh – this feels very sad…

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