I like to read and write in the English language on topics such as society, politics, business, education, sports, and worldly issues.
Another gray morning. Seconds are gray
The distant conical forest is gray.
Gray mulchers are chopped in gray shrubs, and a gray song says:
(Gray bed sheets fall as gray tears in rooms and corridors).
Between a gray cloud
And a gray mirror
I flip my face and curl a few gray hairs.
Forget about you
A gray sea
I send in it, in the morning and evening, my gray sails.
© 2020 Hafiz Muhammad Adnan