In hues of grey
In hues of grey my life is painted Pitch black spots over time faded away Time is kind to the troubled mind Sorrow and despair eventually left behind My undying hope for the yellow and the red, A...
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So true and you are in touch with your emotions well here. I could relate. Lovely write Ingrid...much enjoyed*hugs*
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nearly missed this the photo took me back to times I lived in Liverpool and would often take a train to Freshfields Forest and the beach at Ainsdale - plenty of paths in the dunes like this.
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That's nice to hear, Willow. I hope you liked the poem as well, lol! Hugs, Ingrid
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yes of course - but why the yellow and red... what about the poor old blue and green?
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Willow, The colors represent joy and happiness, as opposed to grey and black being colors of misery and despair. They are just metaphors I am glad you liked it! hugs, Ingrid
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we all have to know of these grey days.. fortunately there's on different hues too
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Yes Mireille, Maybe it is even necessary to undergo the grey to really appreciate the bright colors... Hugs, Ingrid
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Such a wonderful message one we should all live by Truly enjoyed Ingrid
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Thank you Maggie, I am glad you enjoyed my poem When we lose hope is when our spirit dies...this is what I believe. Take care, Ingrid
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Well hey, my gray days are often filled with blue! And it doesn't bother me a bit. Not like I'm blue, blue like the sky blue. I have had many people bring me down, but then it all comes down to me,...
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Brianna, You are such a treasure and only a short while ago you pulled me up from a deep dark hole. Thank you for your kind words, they mean more to me then you could ever imagine Hugs, Ingrid
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No regrets, Ingrid. Only promises... Your words mean the world to me, Ingrid. If I could explain, I think I couldn't stand the fact I could of written one more verse. Take care! Hugs!
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