The sight which no one has seen before,
Where 2+2 is never equal to 4
A place that I keep going back to,
Just to wash away all my blues.
Blue is the colour of hope they say,
but to some it's a way
to numb the pain away
Love to some is the brightest of blues,
But as the night showers it hue,
The bright changes to dark ,
And gradually they loose the spark
The violet of parting peeks through,
Bringing the brightest blue back to the blue side
YOU ARE READING
JUST ANOTHER LIFE
شِعرPOETRY The essence of some experiences sewed together by words.
