When it’s black & white

So it can be black & white,
at least what I hear at times.
At my new place,
if trapped between,
some shadows of grey.
Promise to you mine,
to send a postcard
with stamp of my red.
And when weeks get dark,
no golden rays in backyard,
I bet to collect,
many shades of green.

©ikbenmanisha25

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