Grey

a poem from the kaleidoscope of color collection

‘Neath the bright and merry colors

Always there lay not a few

Which to some eyes and to others

Seem an unfortunate hue. 



When considered and collected

These dark tones bespeak silence;

“Hush!” they say, before reflected

Minds — and tongue’s speech doth commence. 



Beneath all things spectacular

All that thrills and enchantment;

Simple, Stark, with Miracular —

These are things the dull things meant. 

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