Red, yellow, green, and blue
blur by me, I miss their hue
Every day, the race I could
believing it's the way we should.
White, black, red, and grey
These, the colors of my day
Focused on the they way to pay
for life's demands I must give sway?
Spinning, turning, burning, done
Is this the life we fought and won
Like cogs, machines, lined up, run
Til we finally meet the One.
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Odds and ends
RandomYou might find poetry here, or not. It's a place for shorts, things that crept into my head, or worse. If you like something and want to use it, contact me.
