Grey Verse Poem by Israh Sadan
Grey Verse
I can never write of happiness.
I don't think i know the words.
But i can always right of sadness.
Of hurt and anger and fears.
I know many words for sorrow.
There's grief, heartache, despair.
But i can't think what colour
happiness could be.
Is there something wrong with me?
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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4/29/2024 10:48:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your candle needs to be reignited, that is all. There is absolutly nothing wrong with you.