Grey rain
Over the city
Grey buildings stoop vaguely in grey mist
Whole universe
In grey
Coffee bitter sweet
Grey and peaceful
Strange
Grey holds hands with peace
Odd couple
How could that be?
Uhm…
Yes.
When it shines
Running about in a world of colors
Full of anima and buzz
I often lose my way
In a bewildering maze
Utimately confounding the searching soul
Yes.
God has no color
Just a humble Spirit
For the lowly in heart.
I see.
TĐH
Oct. 25, 2023
From “grey” to “peace”, to “a world of colors” and finally to “no color”. Wonderful poem.
Thank you, anh Hoành.
Em Hương
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Thanks, TH, for understanding the poem.
A. hoành
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