mother says i have brown eyes,
father says i have pink nails,
to me all is a variation of grey,
rising and setting in shades
i cried to my grandmother about it,
she consoled me saying that
her hair is exactly the whites and greys
i see.
— that day i was thankfull that i could atleast see.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
