Colours
You are the silver of hope
That lines the clouds
Tossed carelessly in the Azure skies
You are the gold that paints the sky
When the dawn meets the night
You're an ocean stretched far and wide
And the island of dreams in the ravaging sea of desolation
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PuisiA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
