It's all about change
Glaciers, snowflakes, ice
Steam, vapour
Even after being so many things so many times
She is still the same
She may forget who she was, she is, or will be
But she
Is still there
She is polluted, and purified
Still she is needed by someone
Sometimes bacteria, sometimes human
She is salty, still
She is a home
She destroys, she grows, she throws and she knows
That being loved or hated
Can not change who she is
- Sree
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GREY | POETRY COLLECTION |
الشعر" Humans have more shades Than on the colour palatte of an artist" Grey, is a mixture of darkness and light, happiness and sadness, black and white. It is a peaceful place where one hides, cries, smiles laughs without anyone knowing. Grey is us. W...
