I grow time, beans, the colour gray
And stitch the shadows of a dying day
They make a woman, rather a girl
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The yearnings of love and sanctuary...sometimes love and life hurt so much but there is always hope in the middle of this tug of war..good poem congratulations on winning the Nobel Peace Prize in literature..
Complex, original, and deserves being read again and again
A dying day! ! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I shall also ring the bell When you start believing When you start hearing. A complex and intriguing write displaying different manifestations of color grey. Thanks for sharing it here.