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Grey is the gentle night sky on a moonlit night A small scurrying field mouse A soldiers greatcoat as he runs through a trench Grey is the gentle lake in twilights sight Grey is the color of the last heartbeat Grey sounds like the feathers of an Owl Without sound as it sails to its prey Without sound it steals its last heartbeat Grey is the sound of the gallows The last struggle Grey feels like soft velvet A rabbits Fur The feeling of sweet loves embrace But Grey also feels like loneliness On a rainy night, when love is needed most Grey tastes of Rot Of decay and death And of the sweetest cinnamon Grey tastes like the old ways Grey smells like the trenches ***** and old Filled with pride and death Men dying for their country So that one may be the winner of the world
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Grey
Grey is the gentle night sky on a moonlit night A small scurrying field mouse A soldiers greatcoat as he runs through a trench Grey is the gentle lake in twilights sight Grey is the color of the last heartbeat Grey sounds like the feathers of an Owl Without sound as it sails to its prey Without sound it steals its last heartbeat Grey is the sound of the gallows The last struggle Grey feels like soft velvet A rabbits Fur The feeling of sweet loves embrace But Grey also feels like loneliness On a rainy night, when love is needed most Grey tastes of Rot Of decay and death And of the sweetest cinnamon Grey tastes like the old ways Grey smells like the trenches ***** and old Filled with pride and death Men dying for their country So that one may be the winner of the world
I'm not british i just like the spelling grey better than gray, another school poem
#color#grey#war#trench
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
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