The colors of our world
the fibers of our lives
Like the burning gold of a sunset
and the deepest black of night
But my world is gray
Some see in great vividness
the deep rose of a sweet caress
Does their sight bring happiness
My world is gray
The purest white of a new dawn
seems not too far,for some
The fresh green of a spring
many feel the joy it brings
But my world is gray
I see in white and black
Memories bring each color back
Transforming the two into one
Till my world is gray
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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