Poetry/feelings

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A friend of mine is very talented in writing! He always expresses his feelings through poetry. He is not famous, but I really admire his works! He doesn't consider himself a poet, but I really hope that one day he will be awarded. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do! My gray soul, Dead. Their voices buried my dead soul Tapped it nicely and squarely It had become gray and dull Never as soul it was happy Now the silence wants it up To mock with it, to play And in silence knocks and taps To enjoy its colour, gray. But my soul tucked away Who knows in what Dante's circle Yet it's colour it still gray Unknown from when, what cycle. Standing back at the doorbell Silence shouts and screams No answer from heaven or hell My gray soul remains unseen