I don't know the language
In which our eyes speak
Buts it's so mysteriously
Inimitable
Unique to us
Flawless, Silence
( The previous poem, with same title, has a contrasting meaning, you can comment your views on both!)
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Poetry" 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...
