For a moment all I see is brown.
Soft, like melted chocolate,
And light as sand.
I see the blue.
It's as light as the clouds.
It's the shade of summer beaches.
Then there's black.
Like a black hole out in space.
And then gray,
Gray like the memory of that.
Memory that swirls and moves,
Memory that comes and goes
In waves.
Oh memory,
Colours!
On and on and on...
Colour.
It's all I know when it comes to our memory
Our sweet memory.
Oh memory,
Stay
And like a firefly,
Light up my world
Like you used to.
24/01/2017
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Melpomene
PoetryHighest Rating: #596 in Poetry! Poetry collection of my own poems. Please enjoy! "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo da Vinci "A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a s...
