Gray Days

When the Day isn't so blue. When the Night isn't so black. When the Sunrise and Sunset aren't so pretty. When the East is covered in honeydew. When the West is covered in blood red rain.   Those are Gray Days.   When the clouds fall down, and the Sun and Moon are away.

This poem is about: 
My country

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