Sometimes I don’t have words.
I feel like picking up a brush sometimes.
I don’t know which color will speak for me.
The sky goes indigo
From the deep blue to the morning yellow
I don’t know which color will speak for me.
The green turns brown
The brown becomes green again
Where the two rivers meet
The water turns green too
I don’t know which color will speak for me.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Which color will speak for me...
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2 comments:
Kewl poem....very sweet....as of now Red Colour speaks of you... :-)
nice...
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