Literature
Nothing is just black and white (Poem)
Nothing is just black and white,
Where shadows fall, and light takes flight,
Between the hues, where colors lie,
A truth emerges-soft, but shy.
The heart does not beat in lines so straight,
Nor dreams abide in fixed fate.
Every thought, every word, every sigh
Dances on the edge of what we deny.
In the grayscale of morning’s haze,
We find the beauty in our maze.
The moments that bruise, the moments that heal,
Both are real, both can feel.
The sky isn’t always blue and bright,
Sometimes it weeps in the dead of night,
But in its tears, there’s a subtle grace,
A silver glow we can’t erase.
Love’s not a simple shade of red,
It’s the warmth of pinks, the cool of dread,
It’s fire and ice, it’s calm and storm,
A constant shift, a quiet swarm.
Right and wrong blur as we grow,
With every step, we come to know
That wisdom lies in what we miss-
The in-between, the deep abyss.
We’re not just heroes or just the damned,
Not perfect, nor so wrongly scammed.
But in the gray, we find our place-
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