Where the white wind blows, purple leaves shiver in the blue rain.
The orange sun glows through even the black rocks, even green shadow.
Some colors here have no name, painted from brushes dipped in hope.
anon.x
9:05pm monday, 15th march
like being asked to describe colour to a blind person, that's when we truly appriciate
meeeeeeee
1:13pm friday, 26th march
totally kick ass poem. one of the best i have ever read. Peace
anon.x
meeeeeeee