Gray

Gray sky, gray clouds, gray day.

Gray thinks roll up and wants something to say.

Birds sing gray songs,

Foliage rustle story gray,

And gray clouds with gray forms play.

Wind sings a song of gray,

And the sky begin to cry

Opening the gray tap can to try.

Birds hide themselves and their twitter is gray,

You can hear their gray silent pray.

Gray is my mood for,

Not a spring it's autumn more.

It is gray and cold and impersonal colorless day,

A fireworks, paints and flash are my dream, I say.

Gray is ground and concrete is gray,

Gray is not like alive day.

Gray building bulging in the gray clouds face,

Children run reluctantly in the wet and gray street race.

I write this poem gray

And it's heavy as the lead to play.

My heart beats gray,

Skipping, racing, stutter and stay.

And then slowly fall asleep

Calm down and just wants on a gray day to sleep.

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Sivo nebo, sivi oblaci, sivi dan.

Sive misli se motaju i zele da izadju van.

Ptice pevaju sive pesme,

lisce sumori sive price,

a sivi oblaci - na sivo lice.

Vetar peva sivu pesmu

i nebo je pocelo da place,

otvorilo je sivu cesmu.

Ptice se sakrise i njihov cvrkut je siv

tiho se cuje samo sivo dziv-dziv.

Sivo je i moje raspolozenje

Nije prolecno vec vise jesenje

Siv je i hladan i bezlican bez boja dan

A vatromet, boje, bljesak je moj san

Siva zemlja i beton je siv

Sivi dan kao da nije ziv

Sive zgrade u sive oblake strce

Deca nevoljno po mokroj, sivoj ulici trce

Sivo pisem i ova slova

Teska su i siva kao od olova

Srce moje sivo kuca

Preskace, juri, pocinje da muca

A onda polako utone u san

Smiri se i samo zeli da prespava sivi dan.

By DeeDee