Three hundred and sixty-five
Days are enough to know your true colors
Blue, why did you always show?
Is there a storm coming?
You are in a subtle change
A lilac painting
You are sad and lonely
For gray is covered in you
Let it rain so I can give a rainbow
Pitch black is the one I love
Wearing pearls and jewelry shining
Shimmering in the dark
Golden is our endgame
Your vivid smiles
Transcend the hollow of dusk
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
