When there's a lot of people
When there's a lot of plights
When there's a cold morning
And even colder nights
When there's monotone hues
And no paint around
I think of how you used to sound
Singing the song of happier days
And giving the world color
Ink holds no brightness
To your intricate visions
And vivid moving pictures
You are light.
And light is you.
YOU ARE READING
Tesson de Verre (Shards of Glass)
PuisiPoems and bits of peices of woes, happiness and love stories. Filled with romantic words and sad ones too.
