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From here Everything is grey From here Everything is muddled Unclear Hidden But... That means it is not entirely black Or entirely white. People say black is bad. People say white is good. I say neither. I like white- I like its light- It is beautiful. It is delicate. Like a lily An Easter lily Making things new. I like black- I like its darkness- It is beautiful. It is enveloping. Like a bed A freshly sheeted bed Whose sheets were aired in the spring. I like night storms. They are black, white, and grey. The rain greys out the earth with churning water and cloudy sky. The lightning pierces through the grey with thousands of volts. The thunder blackens the sky with its rumbling. So Grey isn't all that bad. When it is seen through a certain lens. And when it is seen through a certain lens- Grey is merely black and white- Together. Which means... That the grey I see From here Is black and white From there And that means That it can be black and white From here as well. Grey is black. Grey is white. I like black. I like white. Therefore- From here And From there I like grey.