Grey is anonymous,
wise.
The taste of grey is nothing,
just the smell of smoke.
The sound of grey is whistling
kettle.
Repetitive.
The feel of grey is steel,
flat, cold,
strong, flexible.
Grey is neither
good nor bad,
neither this nor that,
sitting on the fence.
Opinionated.
Black is mysterious,
stunning.
The taste of black is licorice
black,
a good bad,
an acquired taste.
The sound of black is silence,
universal void.
The feel of black is emptyness,
universal void.
Black is introverted
power.
Seen from afar,
feared and admired.
Enigma.
Brown is basic,
mud.
The taste of brown is chocolate
unsweetened.
The sound of brown is falling
with a thud.
The feel of brown is leather
affected by the rain.
Brown is not bad
just blah.
Inconspicuous,
there.
Complimenting,
not insulting,
detracting.
