The orange hall is filled
With beautiful people dancing
Casting their lavender shadows
Upon the floor
And blue waiters are serving red drinks
And the dark blue host
Observing the yellow dancers and talkers
Enjoying the wiff of purple air
And the music is orange
Reflecting against the silver walls
And there are green people on display
They form the entertainment
And at the crack of dawn
The guests will return to their small black chambers
And the host alone will remain
To wait for the dusk
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. Every new part is a poem written by me. Every poem will have its own individual characteristics. I'm not keeping myself to any rules of poetry in terms of form and rhythm.
