Grey is nothing
The dead zone between black and white
Grey is age
The old road surface, the unwanted hair
Gray is the softness of pregnant cloud
Gray puts on her evening dress
And goes dancing
Using her alter ego, silver
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Ahhh .. there lies the silver lining to every gray cloud…
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Yes indeed
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Very nice!!
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Thank you 😊
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Funny, for me grey is the elegant one, since it is more unique in the US. : ) Beautiful poem.
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Gray is the least used here in the UK!
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Funny how the alternate spelling seems more exotic for both of us!
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Isn’t it??? :)
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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