Rain, Coffee and Typewriters

Prologue

Red.

        It fills the streets,

        Deep crimson mazes filled with crimson lips with

        Pulsing matte crimson hearts

        Deep crimson obstacles

        Stopping Yellow blurbs of taxis

Yellow

       Yellow faces

        Yellow golden butterfly wing dresses in the

       Yellow Spring amidst Green blooming eyes

Silver

        Silver icicles and

        Silver eyes freezing time

        Causing blushing roses to bloom on my pale cheeks

        Pale like the moon

        And that winter I met him