The Unfairness Of Angels
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Grey is such a draining colour
A blank nothing, a dull silver
Yet silver is valuable, grey is worthless
We never say, ‘what a silver day today'
Would it change our mood if we did?

These winter months have been grey
Not silver, not even bronze or iron
Just a monotone, one dimensional grey!
I have caught more than a cold
I've been infected by boredom!

Sometimes though, when the sun sets
And the grey becomes black
Small sparkles emerge in the sky
Stars, planets, Galaxies,
No wonder at night we dream

But as grey soon becomes part of our day
Like night becomes are evening friend
Even the dullest thoughts, bleed dry
And go far, far away!
Into the file named: grey

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